On the way home, this car hears my confessions. I think tonight I'll take the long way. This weather. The wind outside is biting. It has left me feeling tired & exposed. You've been asking me to bleed. It seems these kinds of questions come too easy to you now. Your lack of shame comes naturally. I should not be surprised. I should have seen it sooner.
You expect me to apologize for things that you've done wrong. While you're inciting others. You're owning up to nothing and I wish that I was gone, because you're not going anywhere.
This damp air is fighting my defroster. My sighs they ring victorious & fog this tinted glass. It's clouded & so is my head. The hint of these new tears are sharp. I try to choke them back. But it's useless. I am useless against them. They are beating me with ease.
On the way home this car hears my confessions. I think tonight I'll take the long way.
You expect me to apologize for things that you've done wrong. While you're inciting others. You're owning up to nothing and I wish that I was gone, because you're not going anywhere.
On the way home this car hears my confessions. I think tonight I'll take the long way.