I'm Coming Clean

I've got secrets I don't know if I can tell you I've things to show that no one's ever seen I've got habits that are hard to break I swear each morning when I wake Today's the day I'm coming clean I can't stay this way But I pray that nothing changes Like I'm stuck between the gears of a broken machine I'm on fire and I'm frozen stiff, down to the wire Wondering if today's the day I'm coming clean The world never goes back to the way that it was That's just not something that the world does I'm holdin' on when the spin gets strong I've got my knuckles tight and bloodless I'm holdin' on 'Cause I've got dreams that might not come to any kind of fruition I've got cracks in my facade I might fall between I've got pictures in the dresser drawer I whisper to the bedroom door Today's the day I'm coming clean --- I'm Coming Clean - Ezra Furman