Ryan Adams sorry you are a gnarled pear tree near an oak that binds your better roots. beneath its living branches your fingers bend and ache with rotting fruit. i'm sorry...sorry...sorry for my shade uprooted to protect you. i'm sorry...sorry...sorry for my shade what a stick figure i have made. you are a bitter brother in the shadow of its kin strangled in her warm embrace. you have grown up savage, mean and thin. i'm sorry...sorry...sorry for my arms i have tried to protect you. sorry...sorry... sorry for my arms i have darkened all of your charms. you are a jack-o-lantern woke up on a bitter winter morn your skin is soft and sallow your short season has not come and gone. i'm sorry...sorry...i'm sorry for the time your ruined face....some reflection of love i'm sorry...sorry... i'm sorry for the time your ruined face...a perfect mirror of life.