Like waves and their force. The love and the pain.

Can’t measure the depth of your heart as it’s strained.

Alone, it’s a pattern. It ebbs and if flows.

Adrift on the ocean. There’s no where to go.

You’re destined to walk back all those apologies.

Twisting and convulsing like a flower in the wind.

Don’t say that it’s outside of your pathology.

Words cut like diamonds, and they grind beneath the skin.

Like a wave’s restorative force. All it’s love and its pain.

You can’t measure the depth of your heart while it’s strained.

If loneliness was a pattern, and your will is decomposed.

I’m stranded and there’s no place to go.

The smiles feel like strangers lost in the afterglow.

My calming admission. I’ve lived here once before.

Let’s drop all the baggage and let these burdens go.

Exercise the demons. Forget all we abhor.

Like a wave’s restorative force. All it’s love and its pain.

You can’t measure the depth of your heart while it’s strained.

If loneliness was a pattern, and your will is decomposed.

I’m stranded and there’s no place to go. No place to go.