now, every time,
it's like looking a complete stranger in the eye
and saying "I want to know everything about you,"
only to have them reply "I'm not sure we've met."

and so you cut your hair
and so you take your walk
and so you have the same conversation
over and over
and over and over
and over and over and over
until you can't anymore,
because you can't anymore.

one way or another,
you'll just keep starting over
(and over)
(and over)
(and over)