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,
come to easy to you now.
But 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,
'cause you're not going anywhere.
And this damp air, is fighting my defroster,
my sighs they ring victorious, and 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,
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.