Sorry
Not sure why
Sorry is one of those things so engrained in me
I say it all the time, even when I don’t mean it
I say it so often, it’s like I’m apologizing for existing
So I’m sorry,
I’m sorry that I nudged you at the baseball game
I’m sorry that you took it the wrong way thinking that I was flirting with you
I’m sorry that it brought up those memories of your past
I’m sorry that you weren’t interested and you felt disgust
I’m sorry for meeting you and trying to be friends
I am sorry now and I was sorry back then
Being a man is learning how to deal with always feeling, just not enough
after getting the house, the car, the money, the status, just to feel stuff
but of course there’s always someone out there with just slightly more
and everything we had can be thrown out the door
Be grateful for the things you have and the things you have going for you, they say
but they don’t know how long I’ve felt this way
they don’t know that all I’ve wanted is to be enough
they don’t see that everything I’ve worked for isn’t just for me
I have a lot to give, I’m open to sharing
but end of the day, I also have to be daring
to risk embarrassing myself and feel humiliated
to say more “I’m sorry” 's and seen as a loser
to pick myself back up and do it all over again
because if I don’t do it then who knows when
For being a man sure feels like a sin
and a future of fulfillment is looking pretty grim
so I focus on myself because that’s what they tell me
and that when I have it all, I’m sure to find a honey
but until that time, I’ll try to be kind
and say I’m sorry until you’re mine
