Sorry

You are a gnarled pear tree
Near an Oak that binds your bitter roots

Beneath its living branches
Fingers bend and ache with rotting fruit

And I am sorry, sorry, sorry for my shade
Uprooted to protect you
Sorry, sorry, sorry for my shade
What a stick figure I have made

You are a bitter brother in the shadow of a twin
Strangled in a warm embrace
You have grown up savage, mean and thin

And I am sorry, sorry, sorry for my arms
I tried to protect you
Sorry, sorry, sorry for my arms
I have darkened all of your charms

You are a jack-o-lantern
Who woke up on a bitter winter morn
Your skin, soft and sallow
Your short season has now come and gone

I am sorry, sorry, sorry the time
Your ruined face, some reflection of love
Sorry, sorry, sorry for the time