Dear conscience I'm a mess
Coffee stained confessions torn as I digress 
Sink a bottle choke and smile
Sit back think as I manipulate denial
Resume Regret
Confuse neglect
Out of the leaves you see
The colours that disperse from me
Im not guilty I confess
Little voices try to burrow through my head
Tongues of silver they're too priceless to hold
Stories burnt to ash can never be retold
Resume Regret
Confuse neglect
Out of the leaves you see
The colours that disperse from me
Resume Regret
Confuse neglect
Out of the leaves you see
The colours that disperse from me