I’ve got secrets, I don’t know if I can tell youI’ve got things to show that no one’s ever seenI’ve got habits that are hard to breakI swear each morning when I wakeToday’s the day I’m coming clean
I can’t stay this way, but I pray that nothing changesLike I’m stuck between the gears of a broken machineI’m on fire, and I’m frozen stiff, down to the wireWondering if today’s the day I’m coming clean
The world never goes back to the way that it wasThat’s just not something that the world doesBut I’m holdin’ on when the spin gets strongI’ve got my knuckles tight and bloodlessI’m holdin’ on
‘Cause I’ve got dreamsThat might not come to any kind of fruitionI’ve got cracks in my facade I might fall betweenI’ve got pictures in the dresser drawerI whisper through bedroom doorToday’s the day I’m coming clean
