wishing

You keep saying
what you're saying
and I'll keep playing along
I have so many words
and none of them are "sorry"
I have so many words
that you've never heard
what's the point
in keeping you informed?
I may as well
just talk to the wind
I've heard the preacher man say
the blind can see
the lame can walk
the dumb can speak
so I finger my thoughts
and hope these miracles for you

what's the point
in pointing out the truth?
what's the point
in saying I'm sorry?
there are no apologies
where I'm from
there are no ghosts
just people I used to know
there is no retribution
no words to help me cope
beyond all of that
I am fine
just as long as
I can close my eyes
and wish you all away.