The Longest Drive Home (I Should've Taken The Subway

Turn me off and turn me on with your haggard conditions

in your copy/paste world of compelling renditions

salt in this wound

season this scar for tomorrow

so I close my eyes in this lucid time

send my prayer for life

imperfections

if I were half the man I hope to be

(70 times 7)

I hate passionate pleas

but I'll stay off this limb

I have to draw the line somewhere

please don't make this so painful

you keep saying these things like

"this isn't me!"

"I swear I'm not like this"

bittersweet tragedy

trust must be earned - it's rare that it's given on credit

cold or not

forgiveness is a hard enough dish to serve