on the way home,
this car hears my confessions.
i think tonight i´ll take the long way.
in 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
they come too easy to you now.
your lack of shame comes naturally.
i should not be suprised.
i should have seen it sooner.

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.

in this damp air
it´s 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´re beating me with ease.

on the way home
this car hears my confessions.
i think tonight i´ll take the long way.