Text: City And Colour. Confessions.

I've been up for days,
Trying to find a way to write my confession down.
Seems every line I writes amiss,
At least this I'll admit.
I never hear that perfect sound.
But then the judge walks and says:
"Boy you cant pretend, You've got to be honest now."

My verdict has come in,
It says I'm guilty for my sins this time.
I thought I could escape,
But then I finally felt the weight,
Of my crimes.
This is passion, it's not love,
Infatuation never ends up right.
At least I won't be alone tonight.
'Cuz I don't want to be alone tonight.

The prosecution rests,
They had convincing evidence.
It seems I've been deceived.
So now I stand alone and wait for the first stone,
To be cast upon me.

My verdict has come in,
It says I'm guilty for my sins this time.
I thought I could escape,
But then I finally felt the weight of my crimes.
This is passion, it's not love,
Infatuation never ends up right.
At least I won't be alone tonight.
'Cuz I don't want to be alone tonight.
If convicted, I will surely do my time.

At least I won't be alone tonight.
'Cuz I don't want to be alone tonight.