True Contrite

You learn a lot about honesty from the dried out leaves

Of the fallen trees in your life

Forgiving pathetic excuses for long-term abuse

Is something I could never justify with God

You live in a lonely state

Of denial and self-decay

A living reminder of buried weight

You never shed in the first place

Disguise your memory with pictures on the walls

(Am I good enough? Am I good enough?)

Replace my every flaw, the ones you never even saw

(As if you tried to, you never tried to)

We dream in color, but see in black and white

Between the covers, we sleep on beds of lies

Someday your true contrite will find you

Your world is what you've made it

Is this all you bartered for?

Your world is what you've made it

Is this all you bartered for?

You live in a lonely state

Of denial and self-decay

A living reminder of buried weight

You never shed in the first place

Disguise your memory with pictures on the walls

(Am I good enough? Am I good enough?)

Replace my every flaw, the ones you never even saw

(As if you tried to, you never tried to)

We dream in color, but see in black and white

Between the covers, we sleep on beds of lies

Someday your true contrite will find you