Your Usual Response

I don’t know why you made me the way you did
With a desire to connect then to sever the ties again
Looking through an eight foot tinted glass perimeter fence
It seems the grass is always greener

I can’t explain how weak my conviction is
How I can make up my mind but it won’t make a difference
It’s like I am allergic to solutions that would make any sense
Just a moth around a fire

But You’re reaching out your arms of forgiveness
Its your usual response I’m afraid
After all the things I’ve done you love me anyways

I can’t figure out how to make the distractions stop
So your whispers of truth won’t get lost in the chaos
My sense of self importance is inflated and its going to pop
Like a helium balloon

But You’re reaching out your arms of forgiveness
Its your usual response I’m afraid
After all the things I’ve done you love me anyways

I keep running away

But You’re reaching out your arms of forgiveness
Its your usual response I’m afraid
After all the things I’ve done you love me anyways