Sorry ain't something I'm ever going to be

Sorry over it slows the sinning

What with all that knee-bending

And genu-flexing

Of weak muscle

Not a tussle worth tossing too often

So I fuck like I pray—

In secret

So sorry? Not hardly

Anyways where you start?

Into or out of the heart?

And how you keep it from just making you hard?

All of that sorry slipping around me

Like vasoline or brigantine?

Or a handful of ass

I mean god dammit, hoss

Guilty is a blast

And it's the only fun I ever knowed

So like the song says:

"Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow"

The soft sleep of all the secrets I can keep

Keeping me safe from worry

And hard-on for sorry