isn’t it convenient that my deepest darkest secrets come stumbling out in four four time
if only it was this easy to tell the people close to me about the worst thing i have ever done
these six strings are my hail mary’s, the pen and paper are my priests
these are my confessions
introvert turned extravert to easily distracted
reticent to give my love and then quick to retract it
distant from my closest friends SOMETHING far away
ready to leave for college but at the same time so afraid
these six strings are my hail mary’s, the pen and paper are my priests, these are my confessions
capable with females now but still don’t understand them
train of thought flies off the tracks and into somewhere random
lands between them and me, playing common sense with hide and seek
my flashlight’s out of batteries, white flags up white flags up
these six strings are my hail mary’s. the pen and paper are my preists. these are my confessions.
