True contrite

You learn a lot about honesty from the dried out leaves
Of the fallen trees in your life
Forgiving pathetic excuses for long term abuse
Is something I could never justify with God

You live in a lonely state of denial and self-decay
A living reminder of buried weight
You never shed in the first place

Disguise your memory with pictures on the walls
Am I good enough?
Am I good enough?
Replace my every flaw,
The ones you never even saw
As if you tried to
You never tried to
We dream in color,
But see in black and white
Between the covers,
We sleep on beds of lies
Someday your true contrite will find you

Your world is what you've made it
Is this all you bartered for?

You live in a lonely state of denial and self-decay
A living reminder of buried weight
You never shed in the first place

Disguise your memory with pictures on the walls
Am I good enough?
Am I good enough?
Replace my every flaw,
The ones you never even saw
As if you tried to
You never tried to
We dream in color,
But see in black and white
Between the covers,
We sleep on beds of lies
Someday your true contrite will find you