The Failure Of All Things

Sorry for the scales and scabs on my skin My fists break And I just can't take it Sorry for the sores and holes in my heart There's no love or life for either of us You are alone and living in the desert Finding time to accept I'm sorry I'm a fucking monster I'm sorry I wasn't there but I think that something was I was in love I still believe I am These stony fingers steal from you When these damned arms draw you in Won't look at me Won't speak to me I am sorry you rotted like the waste of the vine Even flesh and blood Even heart and bone Now open your eyes And now say it I'm the broken lamp man with the telephone injuries My apologetic arms want to sing you to sleep You dry heave when I ring and I ring You knew I was broken and you got what you wanted You got what you wanted I'm certain that the cats are still hungry I wasn't there but I know that something was I was in love I'm sorry that you're dead