The Same Old Story

Back here again, to sip that familiar friend

You’ll misinterpret the meaning

Down here again, and I guess I’m at an end

You’ll think this is all self-defeating

I’ll start by saying I’m nowhere

And I’ll finish by saying I’m sliding

I know what it is that makes me care

But I still remain in hiding

I just wanted something to happen

But failed to motivate myself

I can’t seem to find it again

And I’m far beyond the point of help

Is it too much to ask for things to go right?

Or right enough for her to understand?

It’s too late to get that kiss goodnight

When nothing ever goes as I planned

I didn’t even plan it though

It just happened by sheer will

I wanted her, but watched her go

And I’m now left with regret to kill

So I’m drinking it in, and going for a swim

But I’m so close to drowning here

I’ll cover it up until I burst at the seams

You’ll ask but I won’t make it clear

A soundtrack to my life

That only repeats a bunch of love songs

The only one I still find interesting

Can’t convince me that she longs

I’m done, I’m done, I’m done!

But then again there’s still life in this masochist

Still convinced that you’re the one

Even though we’ve never kissed

Back here again, with the same to say

Repeat the same story while lacking finesse

But they’ll still be happy all the same

Because a story is a story… I guess…