It doesn’t matter who you get with
Or how many parties you go to
At the end of the day you retreat
To that hole inside of you.
Where she once sat
Strumming your heartstrings
And now late at night you sit
Weeping, oh how it strings
You can’t choose your family
Just as you can’t choose where to leave your heart
Neither can you choose for it to be accepted
But you can choose to go back to the start.
It doesn’t make you weak to think:
If only I’d help on a little longer.
It’s not abnormal to think:
If only I could have been stronger.
Then the next day you’ll go out
Walking across the common to town
And you’ll see her walking by
Headphones on and her eyes down.
I’ve been there my friend
With all this madness where are we bound?
When we can’t just love each other
And unite two lonely hearts, waiting to be found.