My Excuses Wear My Face

[Verse]

I've been late to my own life and blamed the traffic and the weather,

blamed a teacher from the ninth grade, blamed a season, blamed a letter

that never came. I've got a filing system for the fault,

alphabetized, immaculate, and not one folder says my name. Halt.

That is a lie. There's one. It's thin. It's in the back.

And every time I go to open it I find a whole new stack

of reasons why today's the wrong day to be honest with myself.