Sorry falls out of my mouth
Like apples falling down stairs
I want to pick them back up
And stuff them away
But the words are already laid bare

It’s a reflex at this point
A neon sign
Connected to a switch in my brain

I know I don’t mean it
But still it falls out
And it stays on
Like a red wine stain

It’s the opposite when I try to be bold
The words seem like Velcro, stuck to my tongue
It takes effort to rip them out
And so they just stay in my lungs