Текст песни Confessional - Garrett Smith

Recycled conversations
Like you're begging me to give you a wound
And I was pacing in impatience thinking
Everything would start ending soon
It's just that type-A in your bloodstream
Mirrors memories racing through my withdrawals
And I was counting on your will this time
To keep myself from losing it all
Decoding February emails
The letters I just never could seem to write
And it's that part of me I caged set free
That's sitting up to write confessions tonight

A decade is a difference
Best described in couplets thrown down a well
And you could use it as a litmus test
On futures that you paint for yourself
But how do you ignore that reaching
Grasping, gasping cry of your soul
Deciding who the better half should be
To make the circle perfect and whole
Detecting breadcrumbs in the forest
A trail that's leading to my usual sin
And it's that checkered past caught up at last
That has me singing these confessions again

Discerning thinly hidden meaning
'Cause time has passed and I'm not feeling so strong
And it's that wounded man's contingency plan
That has me singing this confessional song