On the way home,
this car hears my confessions.
I think tonight I'll take the long way.
And this weather.
The wind outside is biting.
It's left me feeling tired and exposed.
You've been asking me to bleed.
It seems these kinds of questions
They come too easy to you now.
And your lack of shame comes naturally.
I should not be surprised.
I should have seen it sooner.
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.
And this damp air
it's fighting my defroster.
My sighs they ring victorious
And fog this tinted glass.
And 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'm useless against them.
They're 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.