I know sorry won't ever be good enough

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I know sorry won't ever be good enough

...so the best I can do is wish you a nice life.
I rode a tailcoat to pleasure and didn’t even pay the toll bridge. But I still understand why those who live underneath it sew stiches into skin, just to unpick them the next day. I’m proud of nothing, don’t get me wrong and this swift escape could be my last. I’m the good one who’s bad – I don’t need his forgiveness, but except it anyway because it’s easier. I’m the one who should be making apologies into this pillow while I get lost in mesmerisation. The way I’m going, they’ll be saying good riddance with their goodbyes as they set fire to the flesh which has sinned one time too many. He’s not mine to love and there’s someone somewhere who’s living helplessly in ignorance – all because my liquid confidence nudged me and he was the aftershock. Whoever you are, I’m sorry