Stop me if you’ve heard this one before
…on second thought, I’ll just go ahead
and stop myself
Because I’m over all the repetition
same words, same feelings, same mistakes, same regrets
same everything
why waste the effort
why find new ways to say the same old thing?
it’s all tired and worn
I’ve done it all before
been down this path
so many times
I can still see my footsteps
I’m so tired
of knowing how the story ends
before it’s ever written
and trudging on through anyway
’cause what else can I do?
Maybe someday
I’ll find a way
that doesn’t lead to worn out places
and empty gestures
and sad, frustrated longing
…but for now I get to take them once again
old friends I’ll never be rid of.
