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Dec 26, 2005 02:02

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 and 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 inticing 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
and the fog tinted glass
It's clouded
and 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
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