Clever Reason

On my way home, I hoped that every passing car out on the road was you

Catching up to tell me something resembling the truth

But you haven't even said you're sorry yet, so instead

Would you tell me this:

Did you hesitate on your way through the door?

On your way home, did you make peace with everything that you'd done wrong

Or you decide that it was my fault all along?

Did you think of me when you left the jewelry I gave you there on purpose

As if you needed a clever reason to return

Did you hesitate on your way through the door

Or did it make you feel more alive or less responsible this time

For what you left behind?

And will you think of me

When all the guilt builds a home in all your good days?

Did you hesitate on your way through the door

Or did it make you feel more alive or less responsible this time

For what you left behind?

Did it make you feel more alive, or left behind?