Come Clean

The image of you,

The thought burns right through.

A flaw in an otherwise perfect crime.

It's funny how,

The things I care about,

Are damaged,

But the unimportant things are fine.

14 Herbert street,

Two thousand and ten,

I was eighteen.

I couldn't keep my fucking story straight.

I pushed you all away,

But the street lights on mayne,

They still flicker,

Even though we're never there to see.

I always wanted to call,

But I had nothing to say.

And you seemed better off,

Since you moved away.

I can't say I don't miss the company,

Of such a better example,

Of me.

I know I had you all concerned,

But I've changed now,

I'm better.

And I got just what I deserved.

Persistence,

Respect is a process.

Torn between,

Another bullshit apology,

Or blaming all the shit I said,

On a broken self-esteem.

Dodge the bourdon,

Evade the blame,

Or suck it up and just come clean.

It'll never be the same again,

And all I have to thank is me.

Is there anything I can say,

To bring back the old days.

I've been obsessing over bridges burned.

Though it's over it lingers.

So tell the others when it works for you,

I miss you,

And life's a little longer now.