the sharp hint of new tears

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.