Bride Dress In a Frame

This is the whitest of the days
Cold summer fog wiped the island away
Jack of diamonds and I
Staring at the same highway

Won’t bring us together
All the same
Falling down the stairs
Once again
Truth brought us nothing
But shame
The same, the same, the same old shame

The pain, the stains, the scars
Homesickness
Your tears are tearing me apart
And I’ll take the blame
I accept the shame

People I hurt
People hurt me
They’re all here awaiting for me
People I’ve trust
People trusted me
They’re all here
Standing by me

Dirty white dress soaked in memories
Untie me
I’m trying so hard to forgive

I’m not your mistress
They’re not my children
We’re not a family

This is the whitest of the days