Wait, I swear I've felt this all before. That thought followed by this scenery. My idea of what she may have thought of me while I walked out the door. This tree, and how it depresses me. I swear I've seen it all before. Perhaps it was in a dream. Maybe I'm living in a repeated pattern of the same old thing. Just another thread woven inside of a tapestry.
There's too much gray for it to be appealing, with the only color coming from the heart that I am stealing. Just the beginning of a romance that I will never be forgiven. These branches try to trap me with a guilt I'm not admitting.
Wait, I swear I've said there will be no more. I've put it all behind me. I'll find something else to live for.
Then suffocated by a rope made of that same old tapestry. I swear I've strangled myself before. Twitching on the carpet, I've died a thousand times and more.
These trees offer to hang me with gracious low-lying branches. I deny them all again. Not tonight, but one day you'll get your chances.
Wait, why do I keep walking down the same old streets? Is it some mad hope of running into the younger version of me? Perhaps I already have in some half-remembered dream. I'm haunted by these trees and plagued by memories.
I swear I've felt it all before. Fumbling for my keys in order to get through the door. Stumbling to my bed in a drunken stupor. How the hell did I get here? What am I living for?