My words have escaped me all day

While you’re carrying my wrongs

 I’m creating bad memories faster than they're getting erased

Your arms are getting tired from my weight

From carrying me over every single hill we encountered

My memory has escaped me all day

Searching for clues buried in my headache

To understand what you might think of below yours

If I could make my wrongs right

If I could carry you instead

I will make better mistakes tomorrow

There are three words to be repeated in infinity

And it’s not even enough then

But one must start somewhere, so

I

Am

Sorry