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 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 and so is my head.

The hint of these new tears are sharp I try to hold them back. Its 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.