Confession

The only friend who truly knows me
Doesn't try to be, but you've become my therapy
No judgement no potential to disown me
Just expression there to guide me through atoning
Strings shaking, sympathetically vibrating under the weight of not moving on
Ballads breaking, melodies their pretense fading, aching, quaking like I'm finally alive

I'll be here by your side
Till I know what you've done
Tell me your fears; feed my pride
Empty cliches on my tongue
Cause now I know what you've done

If you were really "here for me" you'd already know the story
Feigning intimacy so your gossip can feel like mourning
Convinced yourself you're the victim in my journey
And I'm just a project you're so graciously restoring
Ivories playing in the aria they're making - can't discern their own black and white
Maestro mourning in melodious oratory, forming storming hurricanes I can't confide

I'll be here by your side
Till I know what you've done
Tell me your fears; feed my pride
Empty cliches on my tongue
Tell me your failures; confession has begun
Our mistakes don't define us; I say as you're undone
Cause now I know what you've done

Confession: a weakness they can't forgive
Dilute your secrets; just enough to sound like truth
A picture-perfect paradox of family-friendly pain
But the piano will never rebuke the tongues it's intercession prays

I'll be here by your side
Till I know what you've done
Tell me your fears; feed my pride
Empty cliches on my tongue
Tell me your failures; confession has begun
Our mistakes don't define us; I say as you're undone
Cause now I know what you've done