My words are filled with promise
Promise I will soon forget
To keep the Weight of commitment
Far from my consciousness
And far from compunction

Distractions are my new friend
A friend I might resent
For keeping my will repressed
And building habits
That are so hard to break

Blaming is like breathing
The remedy to my illness
Similar to lobotomies
Bloodletting
And trepanation

I take quiet footsteps
Past all my mistakes
Can't let them wake up
Last time that happened
I never talked to him again

Doubt chases me
When I am not moving
Especially when I'm feeling tired
When my hands are shaking
And it's Sunday night