Biting the Bullet

12/8/10

I'm coming home.

It's a place filled high with shadowed eyes,

a place I beat to death 12 too many times.

The place my soul got buried with a dancer's song,

where an assassin twisted up my right and wrong.

I tried to leave it, tried to wash my hands-

You said they used to be clean but they've been bloody as hell.

Never felt like the move really changed a thing,

just made my tie a little straighter,

made my words sound sweet.

Pause for a second to remember the facts.

Recall the hearts I've broken, the busted backs

of people trying to haul my weight like they have a shot.

Should've told them long ago that I'm just circling the block.

That this city isn't holding me

that these changes aren't real

that a stranger with messy hair and a leather belt

will wash away the white out covering up my sins

That home is calling me

let the heartache begin.

You might not believe it, that this cuts me deeper than you.

I'm pouring whiskey on the gash but the pains coming through

So I'll bite the bullet, bear it, and let the course be run

Just wish I could have told you sooner

Bur what's done is done.