I've been writing letters
The ink masks the blood on my hand
I guess that's better
'Cause it hides my treasonous plan
And I know they'll find me
They'll come and take me away
So I'm writing letters
But I don't have anything to say, no
Well I tried to end you
And I tried to put you in the ground
But you wouldn't stay there
And my fingerprints were all they found
I heard you've been searching
I heard you've been telling everyone
That you still love me
I heard you've been calling me your son
They found my fingerprints
They found my filthy fingerprints on your door
And I swore I thought I loved you
But it seems I love my indiscretion more
They found my fingerprints
They found my filthy fingerprints on your door
And I swore I thought I loved you
But it seems I love my indiscretion more
Page after page the black smudges pile up
And the narrative unfolds beneath my treasonous pen
"Guilty, guilty as charged!" comes the verdict
And I offer neither appeal, nor explanation
Only admission
They found my fingerprints
They found my filthy fingerprints on your door
And I swore I thought I loved you
But it seems I love my indiscretion more
They found my fingerprints
They found my filthy fingerprints on your door
And I swore I thought I loved you, but it seems...
Yeah I swore I thought I loved you, but it seems...
Well I swore I thought I loved you
But it seems I love my indiscretion more