Shame
Shame is a face that I've tried to erase
For the last seven miles, the highway has tried
To keep pace with my rubber band cage
And my night-life exchange
It's the thrill of the chase
So I open the door and the house still asleep without me
I trip up the stairs, quiet footsteps prepare
For the already open door
I move like a cat, without light I adapt
Like I've done so many times before
And my wife still asleep, without me
For the last seven miles, the highway has tried
To keep pace with my rubber band cage
And my night-life exchange
It's the thrill of the chase
So I open the door and the house still asleep without me
I trip up the stairs, quiet footsteps prepare
For the already open door
I move like a cat, without light I adapt
Like I've done so many times before
And my wife still asleep, without me
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Belanger
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