The Sins of My Youth

I just need someone to talk to.
Someone who knows what I've done.
Someone to look upon my secret,
And then not turn away and run.
Someone to break this hideous silence,
That always comes when I'm alone.
And maybe offer a word of kindness,
That could finally atone,
The sins of my youth.
All those things I said I'd never do.
The secrets I keep, that just might keep,
Someone from loving me.
The preacher says that's just what God does.
He did it on the cross with Jesus.
But I told him that's too distant.
'Cause what I need's to feel forgiven of,
The sins of my youth.
All those things I swore I'd never do.
The secrets I keep, that just might keep,
Someone from loving me.
Iron all the wrinkles from my Sunday clothes
But nobody knows.
Iron all the wrinkles from my Sunday best
But the weight of hell is on my chest.
Iron all the wrinkles from my Sunday clothes
Oh I wish someone could know,
The sins of my youth.
All those things I swore I'd never do.
The secrets I keep, that just might keep,
Someone from...
The sins of my youth.
All those things I said I'd never do.
The secrets I keep, they just might keep,
Someone from loving me.