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.
Your Ruined Face, Perfect Of Mirror Of Love.