somehow I can’t escape a lyric
from a song much older than me
about writing letters and missed beauty
and how I keep writing these same words
even knowing you’ll never read them
like the repetition makes a difference
even I know better than that
but like a fool I keep trying
because there’s little else to do
I’ve never met a mistake I’ve made
that I couldn’t find a fix for
until I fucked things up with you
and now I fear I’ll spend a lifetime
trying to make up for something
better left abandoned
just like me to pick this hill to die on
this mountain that I built by hand
and now can’t find a way down
left myself up here alone
what makes me think you’d ever come
back around this place again?
this burden is mine alone to carry
I’m the one that failed us both
if only I had seen
