Last Confession

woke up at six a.m.
infommercial screaming at me
i sat up in my clothes again
with everything still dreaming at me
i've got to stop this ritual
of getting drunk and dodging ghosts
forgive me, my sordid whims
i always hurt the ones who love me most

this could be my last confession

i was talking high, searching low
for the answer in disguise
with a smile that was hurting so
i kept myself anesthetized
everybody's weak somewhere and
man i ain't too proud to share
i’m right here, right or wrong
i got no halo, you knew this all along

and you come with your blind justice
i trust you more than i trust myself

this could be my last confession, kiss the wasted days goodbye
this could be my last confession, you could be the reason why
this could be

‘cause i'm sick of walking these dirty streets looking to cop
and i'm sick of looking at jails and judges and cops
and i'm sick and tired of being sick and tired of hearing myself complain

this could be my last confession, kiss the wasted days goodbye
this could be my last confession, you could be the reason why
you could be my new obsession, this could be my last confession