I'M SORRY THAT WHEN THE LIQUOR
STAINS MY SKIN THAT THE ONLY THING
THAT KEEPS MY HEART BEATING IS THE WAY
HIS LIPS COVERED MINE AND HIS EYES AND HIS HANDS AT MY WAIST
AND THE WAY HE SMELLED LIKE HOME
AND I'M SORRY THAT EVERY TIME THEY SAY THEY'RE PROUD
THAT I BITE MY TONGUE
WITH HIS NAME AT MY LIPS

THE TRUTH IS
I DON'T KNOW IF THE HOLD HE HAS AROUND
MY HEART WILL EVER LOOSEN

BECAUSE I WILL NEVER SEE HIS FACE AGAIN AND

YOU SHIELD YOUR EYES FROM THIS REACHING SHAME
BUT WE ALL KNOW MY SKIN AND MY FINGERS WILL NEVER
BE CLEAN FROM THE FILTH THAT HE POURED OVER ME IN WAVES

MAYBE THE TRUTH IS THAT I'M NOT READY TO LET GO
I DON'T WANT HIM GONE FROM THE INSIDE OF MY EYELIDS
AND IF HE CAME TO ME WITH ARMS FULL OF NEED

I CAN'T PROMISE I COULD RESIST
WHAT HELD ME HOSTAGE FOR SO LONG

unfinished business has a way of sneaking up and stealing your breath like the wind

YOU WANTED ME TO REGRET THESE WORDS
BUT I DON'T
THIS IS THE TRUTH OF MY TEARS
AND EVERY INCH OF MY SKIN AND


i am truly ashamed of how much i miss you

and the way you held me on that tiled floor



i'm sorry