I think my confidence begin to sink in your seas just about that time
you tied your anchor to me, and If I was captain I’d sail away with all of
your problems, let them vanish in the oceans breeze. But I’ve never
been a leader and these waters are rough, so for now I’ll keep drowning
until I’ve reached the oceans bottom cusp.
Where your anchor is firmly
stationed surrounded by our differences in perspective.
But all i keep
thinking about is how one day I hope I won’t regret this. After all
these jagged pieces of our relationship are left scratching at the floor
and this is through, how the hell will I pick up pieces and find
something that doesn’t look just like you. This is certainly my
difficulty in starting brand new. Starting over and expecting the pieces
of my life to not catch the reflection of your eyes, the memories of our shared times.