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