Except for five minutes.
It was only relevant for five minutes.
And maybe I'm wrong and
I should've said yes and
I should've waited and
I should've known what to say and
I should've done the right thing.
But, what the hell is the right thing to do, anyway?
Is honesty that good of a policy?
The truth was good but sometimes it changed.
It wasn't bad, but it wasn't the same.
Maybe the truth does set you free, but
Only when it's way overdue.
You're a lot like me.
I forget it sometimes.
I've not slept in 33 hours.
I've been sick today.
My father is in the hospital.
My mother is hurting.
My sisters are scared and
I know I'm being watched.