Dec 11, 2003 03:28
on the way home this car hears my confessions
i think tonight ill take the long way
& this weather
the wind outside is biting
its left me feeling tired & exposed
uve been asking me to plead
it seems these kinds of questions come 2 easy 2 you now
ur lack of shame comes naturally
i should not be surprised
i should have seen it sooner
expect me 2 apologize 4 the things that uve done wrong
while ur inciting others
ur owning up 2 nothing and i wish that i was gone
'cause ur not going anywhere
& this damp air, its fighting my defroster
my sighs they ring victorious & fog is tinted glass
its clouded and so is my head
the hint of these new tears are sharp
i try 2 choke them back
but its useless
im useless against them
theyre beating me with ease
on the way home this car hears my confessions
i think tonight ill take the long way