it's the old brand new.

come on,

think about it.

this could have been the life you always dreamed of,
with cobalt pitchers filled with ice cold lemonade
and the heart of the world displayed on your living room wall!
this could have been it.
but something stopped you, something.
i find myself eight heartbreaks later,
back at the beginning.
only the righteous float above so quickly.
it is this cyclic love that is making me sick at sea.
no patches to cover it up this time,
i realize what is right from wrong,
but i fear i will drown again, and all over,
for i am just not that strong.