Sorry Song

A. P. Hebert

each time I’d look at you
I was looking for a breakthrough
some emptied sigh, some reasons why

everything I’d left behind
reckless provisions for some blooming vine
followed me, in the back of my mind

forgive me, mother for the lamb I’ve slain
for all the ways I’ve strayed
and all those lonely nights

when she’d cry and I’d sleep just fine
in the morning, I’d pay it no mind
I can’t help—I can’t help what I felt

when each time you’d look at me
there was nothing but sorry or please
well I feigned blind, so I couldn’t see

all the times you’d have to leave
half-expecting some movie scene
I’d turn around, nobody running to me

forgive me, mother for the lamb I’ve slain
for all the ways I’ve strayed
and all those lonely nights

when she’d cry and I’d sleep just fine
in the morning, I’d pay it no mind
I can’t help—I can’t help what I felt
I can’t help—I can’t help what I felt

forgive me, mother if I’m seeing this wrong
but is it so bad to’ve been playing along?
look not at, the lamb I’ve slain
no look not at, the ways I’ve strayed
in the end, it’s only what I kept within
in the end, its’ not the man I’ve been
but, the bricks I’ve laid