Confrontation (Live at Jubilee)

Always running from a confrontation when it

Happens to get heated for a minute, only

As I learn the hard way, long and stupid, will I

Join the conversation and its tension?

Don't laugh, my voice cracks

All cuts scab, I'll adapt

Always gunning for an exit, I can't help it

See a crack in the glass, I can drip in by the

Skin of my teeth, crooked, leaving nothing for the

Next one, dry cup, fill lines, not an explanation

Don't laugh, my voice cracks

All cuts scab, I'll adapt