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 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 choke them back.  But 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.    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.