Texty: Park. Angles And Errors.

There's a selfless soul I'm seeking
One that wants nothing, just look after me
Such is a seldom seed planted far from the sun
I'm full of hope, she's not yet gone

Roll up your sleeves so that I might see
Your angles and errors, arms what have shared you
And every mark etched in your skin
I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry for who I am

If such a pair of hands worth holding
Staggers into palms which are longing
I'd take a taste to be taken away at daybreak
And sadly fold back into place

Can someone be more of a mother to me?
Scream out my thoughts, correct all my verses
Assure me I'm wanted every night
I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry for who I am

If such a set of lips, fired sure as a bullet
Sets its center on a chest that will not have it
I'd take a taste to be taken away at daybreak
And sadly fold back into place

I'm so sorry
(Every angle it's true)
I'm so sorry
(Every angle it's true)

I'm so sorry
(Every angle it's true)
I'm so sorry
(Every angle)

I'm so sorry
I'm so sorry
I'm so sorry
For who I am