I Confess

I confess


It’s turned around
And now it’s me
Who’s staying out
Till half past three
My make-up’s smudged
My feet are bare
You stayed up waiting
I don’t care

That cigarette taste
Spit down the drain
My throat is sore
From all the strain
I leave my phone
Where you might look
You’ll see new names
In the address book

I’m failing, crashing
Quit cutting me such slack
I’m railing, smashing
Trying to get you back
For all the times you put me through the pain
Of wondering if you’re coming home again

I confess:
I made this mess

Why not ask
Who brought me home
Why not ask if
I danced alone
My tab was paid
Though not by me
And no one gives
A drink for free

I leave a trail
Of whiskey air
A musky scent
Still in my hair
A broken heart
A broken soul
Can all these shards
Be still made whole?

I’m dying, trying
To justify my pain
I’m crying, denying
My love for you again
No matter how I try to suffocate
This love for you I cannot desecrate

I confess:
I made this mess