The letter of September the seventeenth
was found among my surviving possessions
and in it I had written a note to you
It said everything of which I was ever ashamed

The danger in a craving for chocolate
is obvious now only in retrospect
It’s often the very thing you should not see
that you’ll find when lust for sugar becomes insane

In these dreams I remember everything
I remember things from day to day
Today was dark and I rose to the occasion
and the occasion always makes me say

Do not ask to be forgiven
don’t ever ask to be forgiven
Do not ask to be forgiven
don’t ever ask to be forgiven

I write these things down to remember them
and also I thrive on confessions
it’s a rather trying medium that I work through
in my head when the guilty are unnamed

The danger is always the apocalypse
of emotion when the accusation’s too direct
How often it’s the very thing you should not see
And the void between us dissipates the blame

In these dreams I remember everything
I remember things from day to day
Today was dark and I rose to the occasion
and the occasion always makes me say

Do not ask to be forgiven
don’t ever ask to be forgiven
Do not ask to be forgiven
don’t ever ask to be forgiven