Nothing to Be Sorry For

We can't just go telling everyone who we are
Find me in the backyard: pants down, cock hard, ass out
Saying please please
Make this body feel anything but sweat sick with worry
Saying sorry when there’s nothing to be sorry for

We can’t swim so we dive in
Don’t tell them what we did
Some love is long lived
Some is just fists full of fading flowers
Waiting for better
Another constellation on the loom
And you’re in the other room
Saying “shut up with that stoner wisdom
Just say what you really mean”

What if we're all just walking hurt
Pockets full of hometown dirt
Heads full of dreams of sweat sweet
Pockets empty, no more worry
No more saying sorry when there's nothing to be sorry for