I will never know how much i truly hurt you
But i know how much i wish i could
And could go back in time and erase my past mistakes
And change your lives for the better, but i can’t

When sorry starts sounding less like an apology and starts sounding more like a reflex

Goddamn these social constructs that keep us tethered
To our genders placed at birth
And the never-ending ever changing fear of ourselves

At least we’re not in hell
But we might as well be

When sorry starts sounding less like an apology
And starts sounding more like a reflex

At least we’re not in hell