I want to believe I'm significant.
That everything I fought for mattered.
In love, In many things, But love...
Love is when I shattered.

"Maybe there's a saving grace."
I tell myself I'm moving on,
The years pass & journeys end,
Down rocky paths I've gone.

Everything that's happened,
All the dead ends I've been down,
The drunken mom, the broken home,
The distant mountain town,

The walking toward god
And finding nothing in the end,
The burnt bridges, familiar faces,
And being left with just one friend,

I've gotten to know myself.
That big yellow stripe.
I'm scared to win, scared to lose,
I'm scared to have a gripe.

Because either way you take it,
Left or right around the lake.
We'll watch ripples in the water,
And know that I'm a fake.