Excuses

My wrists are finally clean, Without a trace of hatred upon them
But my eyes see through healing, I know the scars that lie beneath
My heart is finally safe, Without a trace of love upon it
But my soul sees through healing, I know the blood that I’ve lost

I wish I could wait for you, dear, but the angels have been calling my name for so long
I’ve kept them waiting, I’ve screamed my excuses for so many useless years
I wish I could tell you I love you, but the demons have taken my heart as their own
I’ve held so many hearts, I forgot the feeling of an empty chest and a full conscience