In My Rearview | Scripturally Speaking

You came to me
With a suspicious mind
Oh I hate that I was blind,
And there was nothing to confess.
We were only living
But you sold me short
And I never knew.
You pushed it hard until addressed,
Forced my gaze, begged me to see
That carefully buried part of me.

You came to me
With a suspicious mind
Oh I hate that I was blind,
And there was something to confess.
You were busy dying
But you sold me short
And I never knew.
You pushed it hard, finally stressed
Our back until it broke in two.
I don’t think I’ll be missing you.