Dirty Slate

I guess you can say that I still feel bitter
I'll extend the olive branch into a wood chipper

You're fixated on who's to blame
So anxious to spread the shame
We're dying in search of a higher ground
Gasping for air as we drown

You just can't wait to cast the first stone
Teetering on your pedestal, waiting to be dethroned

You're fixated on who's to blame
So anxious to spread the shame
We're dying in search of a higher ground
Gasping for air as we drown
We've put those days behind us, but you're always there to remind us
We've made our mistakes, we have a dirty slate