| Act of Contrition |
|---|
| In the fall, if I am honest, I’d |
| But if I lie, no days can leave |
| For the first time I wasn’t |
| Go on again, you’ll never see it end |
| It cannot be afraid of it |
| Don’t hide from yourself |
| And don’t be anyone else |
| You know it’s gonna be a lot better |
| When it comes to it anyway |
| I’ve been thinking about it so much more |
| Than I normally would, and I want |
| You to know that it is all black |
| I broke up a stick on my arm |
| And it broke into a thousand pieces |
| I picked one from the tree and it was green |
