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.