Promises, promises
I don’t detect apologies
You couldn’t hide behind
Just strings
Instead you made a rope for me
Tied it tight around my knees
Tight so you could squeeze me clean
Squeezed so I would maybe sing
Sing so you could run from me
Run because it sets you free
If free is where you want to be

[I’d suggest quite literally, you take the trail marked ‘idiocy’
I assume you know it well, (yes my dear, we all can tell)]