Is there a right way to repent?
Tell me I've got it all wrong,
that wrong is all I ever am,
all I ever represent.
Tell me how you're so much better,
how you have it all together
while you're wishing your time away
as bridges crash and burn around you
and you pretend it's all okay.
Bet you think you're so grown up.
Boy, what a tragedy
that you still don't know the difference
between age, responsibility,
and maturity.
But you're right.
Right?
That's what you came to hear?
Sure, keep thinking my life is a mess
and that you have it all together, my dear.