he's heading for the dead end because i'm holding onto the map.
i'm the gps sending him to his doom down heartbreak avenue.
one way street with only one way out...heartbroken.

the feelings of jumping ship from the love boat has taken over my mind.
my heart has not caught on so quickly but will always follow regardless.
trudging along and griping about the hardships of climbing out of the hole once again.

nothing new here to see. nothing different from the last time.
i'll take the chance to flee. so i'll fly...and once i've fled...
i will look back at the damage done like a crash that could have been inevitably avoided.

i'm sorry.