Sorry

You are a gnarled pear tree
Near an oak that binds your bitter root
Beneath its living branches
Your fingers bend and ache with rotting fruit

I'm sorry, sorry, sorry for my shame
Uprooted to protect you
I'm sorry, sorry, sorry for my shame
What a stick figure I have made

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

I'm sorry, sorry, sorry for my arms
I tried to protect you
Sorry, sorry, sorry for my arms
I have darkened all of your charm

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

I'm sorry, sorry, I'm sorry for the time
Your ruined face, some reflection of mine
Sorry, sorry for the time
Your ruined face, a perfect mirror of mine