Forgiving Myself

This bed of nails,
Which way should I rest my head
I'll say a prayer
Hoping someone hears

There's a hydroplane
Waiting behind these eyes
I could find a way to hold your smile
But I think I'll let go

I'm living over and over,
Not staying here divided I've drawn my own line (over)
I've talked my way out of the lie
I'm finding it's not a weakness, it's forgiving myself

It's a game, I've learned, to quiet the sounding shame
To quicken the guilt I feel when it's calling my name
Should I say I'm sorry love, or call up a couple friends?
Or spend those hours, like never having them again?

I'm living over and over
Not staying here divided I've drawn my own line (over)
I've talked my way out of the lie
I'm finding it's not a weakness, it's forgiving myself

It's not a weakness, it's forgiving myself
It's not a weakness, it's forgiving myself
It's not a weakness, it's forgiving myself
It's not a weakness, it's forgiving myself