Lust Tripper

Clearly I was wrong to leave you, dear

Tripping through a lustful, prideful year

Now I've stumbled home to face my fears

Clearly I was wrong to leave you here

Tethered tightly down to impulse

Stretching my world thin

Like ice behind my house it wouldn't hold 

Waiting for my heart

To catch up to my head

And hating myself for the way in which I cannot seem to learn

And that's not all I wanted to say

I regret the wasted hours away