Lament Confess Repent

You were afraid that I was leaving
Blocked the door to keep me in
Rattled off the same old reasons
Lament confess repent the sins

The story's tracking up your arms now
Your veins are bursting with regret
The kids are listening from the bathroom
Pray to God that they'll forget

I shoulda junked your title years ago
When we build it up you burn it down again
As we stand here in the wreckage
Breathe the smoke and start again

Now we're back at the beginning
Meeting rooms and Subutex
Shake and sweat inside the bathroom
"Momma's sick and needs some rest"

Trace the imprint on the paper
Write the words you've read before
Bag still ready from the last time
Never make it out the door

I shoulda junked your title years ago
When we build it up you burn it down again
As we stand here in the wreckage
Breathe the smoke and start again

I shoulda junked your title years ago
When we build it up you burn it down again
As we stand here in the wreckage
Breathe the smoke and start again