Confession

The only friend who truly knows me Doesn't try to be, but you've become my therapy No judgement no potential to disown me Just expression there to guide me through atoning Strings shaking, sympathetically vibrating under the weight of not moving on Ballads breaking, melodies their pretense fading, aching, quaking like I'm finally alive I'll be here by your side Till I know what you've done Tell me your fears; feed my pride Empty cliches on my tongue Cause now I know what you've done If you were really "here for me" you'd already know the story Feigning intimacy so your gossip can feel like mourning Convinced yourself you're the victim in my journey And I'm just a project you're so graciously restoring Ivories playing in the aria they're making - can't discern their own black and white Maestro mourning in melodious oratory, forming storming hurricanes I can't confide I'll be here by your side Till I know what you've done Tell me your fears; feed my pride Empty cliches on my tongue Tell me your failures; confession has begun Our mistakes don't define us; I say as you're undone Cause now I know what you've done Confession: a weakness they can't forgive Dilute your secrets; just enough to sound like truth A picture-perfect paradox of family-friendly pain But the piano will never rebuke the tongues it's intercession prays I'll be here by your side Till I know what you've done Tell me your fears; feed my pride Empty cliches on my tongue Tell me your failures; confession has begun Our mistakes don't define us; I say as you're undone Cause now I know what you've done