"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 suprised.
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 hold them back.
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..."