End of an anchor de Dashboard Confessional

I was away for a while,
and i'm hoping someday you'll forgive me,
but i don't deserve it,
i'll charish it well if you give me
one of your new starts,
just one more last chance
i swear that i'll earn it if you front me for now
i'm good for it i swear
i'm better now i swear
In earlier days they'd persicute people,
they carry them off and hobble their legs,
for lesser offences than how i have harmed you
but still you allow me to walk free of pain
though i punish myself,
i will never settle the depts that have occured for scorning the face
of absolute beauty and measureless grace,
and though i once mocked you,
i'm dying to pay for it now,
i'm dying to pay for it now,
So hand me the rocks,
to help way me down,
and teather my legs
with a cord tightly bond to the end of an anchor thrown into the sound,
and test me to see if i will rise against,
the worst that it can get
And i wasn't well for awhile,
i savored the things that i knew,
it should have distroyed me,
and that seemed to hold me,
that seemed to carry me where i couldn't go,
on the strength of my own,
but i should have know,
but that gets me no where,
i've learned that now i swear,
In earlier days,
they'd persicute people,
they'd carry them off and hobble their legs,
for lesser offences
then how i have harmed you,
but still you allow me to walk free of pain
though i punish myself,
i will never settle the depts
that have occured for scorning the face of absolute beauty and measureless grace,
and though i once mocked you,
i'm dying to pay for it now, now, now,
i'm dying to pay for it now,
So hand me the rocks,
to help way me down,
and teather my legs
with a cord tightly bond
to the end of an anchor
thrown into the sound,
and test me to see if i will rise against,
the worst that it can get,
well i wasn't sure that i could,
i wasn't sure that i could,
well i wasn't sure that i could,
but i can