Time has dealt its loss and now I find history repeats itself
I struggle against the binding thoughts of yesterday
I'm sorry for something that you did not expect in your plan
I'm sorry for thinking I could erase the guilt you traced with your hands
Unprepared to dig myself a grave so shallow I hear your voice apologize
And utterance beneath breath steals me from acid colors of lights and dreams
Your scent is trapped on skin, tapped through wires
This distance is killing you while patience seeps through me
I'm lost again
I'm sorry for giving my heart out so freely
I'm sorry for