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. 
 
 
[Thanks to  limpbizkitlvr229@hotmail.com  for these lyrics]