from
Circadian,
released February 21, 2020
I let your love die in the sun
Dry, brittle leaves that once promised so much
You gave it to me like your first born child
How soon I forgot it and brushed it aside [left it outside]
You were so generous with the virtues I lack
You gave me the world, I tossed you the scraps
I left you the parts that I didn’t like
My rides to the airport, my dull Monday nights
Some things, some things are worth fighting for
Some loves, some loves are worth dying for
Sometimes spilt milk is worth crying for
But I was too careless to know
I am a criminal, my crime is neglect
There are no excuses for such disrespect
It’s not cruel or unusual what I did to you
What rakes at my conscience is what I didn’t do
I wish I had a symphony to play you this song
To promise to change, to say I was wrong
But here it’s just me
My faults and my scars
Just begging forgiveness on a beat-up guitar