how perfect

it's snowing

Sorry

and this is the constant question
its tireless insistence of blame
in your name
and i would truly give anything everything
to silence these questions

and i'm sorry i can't do this
i'm sorry to make you cry
i'm sorry i know that it's over
and i'm sorry to waste your time

and all these words will fail to bring you here
but you appear
and i beg for distraction
and time combines with memory to silence me
and steal my intentions
just like you steal me

and i'm sorry i can't do this
i'm sorry to make you cry
i'm sorry i know that it's over
i'm sorry to waste your time

and i still rage against
this lying trace i still can't erase
i guess sometimes things happen
sometimes
and the words that i would find
to comfort me silently
rebel at my questions
rebel at my-
rebel at my-

and i'm sorry i can't do this
i'm sorry to make you cry
i'm sorry i know that it's over
and i'm sorry to waste your time
to waste your time
to waste your time
to waste your time
to waste your time


and i am resolved to love you
with whatever means are mine