A Half Broken Dream

Two thousand acres and I can not  
escape your memory. I stand in  
the doorway clutching a half broken  
dream...I can't decide if I want to  
go outside or back in.  
 
Everything was simpler when I didn't  
have to pretend that everything was  
okay. These days are so long, but the  
nights, the nights are a goddamn eternity.  
 
Knowing the answer but not being able to stop
asking the same question over and
over again. I feel like my heart is just
about to burst and all I can think is,
just go ahead.