A lot to ask

Guess I won't hear from you for a while

God knows I won't be the one reaching out

Penance takes time to process

Can't blame you too hard for how it went down

Passion slips in through the cracks

Loneliness can blur the bounds

Turn shadow into magic

Sometimes it's a body in proximity

Sometimes it's a warmth

Rarely is it something more

Don't think this is something more

But it's a lot to ask me to look past

And every time I see you I flash back

To that one misguided night

Try as you might, no takebacks

Some evenings you can't scrub away

Some never let their taste, their acid havoc, leave your tongue

The body locks them inside

Sometimes it's a vision leaking through the light

Sometimes it's a lie

Rarely is it something kind

Don't think this is something kind

It's a lot to ask me to look past

And every time I see you I flash back

To that one misguided night

Try as you might, no takebacks

It's a lot to ask of a conscience

An Atlean act, abundance of caution

Keeping this thing under wraps

Bearing it atop my back