and you find yourself alone again
you realize that this isn't a phase
it's the overwhelming trend

there's miles still to go
and days before you sleep
it's been 27 years and
you still don't know what it is you need

your neck cramps up
your back aches
your eyes burn
your hand shakes

you say you don't care
but oh, you do
repeat til they all believe
but you know it's never been true

get home
find they're all gone
dry your eyes
and drive on

and i know you're tortured by the taste
and the thoughts of what you've left
you tried to impose order
but instead it's still a mess
we tend to follow feelings
instead of what we're told
i've never felt so alone
i've never felt so cold
maybe love and logic
are mutually exclusive
what room is there for logic
when we return to love abusive
as i turn for one last look
at that ****** place
how strange it is to see
in the middle of hell, an angels face
i stifle all the tears
and i am never come back
hopefully the next one
makes up for what i lack