Emotional Convict

I’d take it all back pretty mama
Even though it’s true I want ya
I’d sweep it under my shell
So I’m not left alone to dwell

When it fell it hit me hard
An emotional convict to contest physical scars
To which is more heavy
And to whom I’d open the levees

I’d embark I thought
From my emotionally driven rot
With the aid of your presence
Bringing happiness into existence

Being left to reset
Exchanging happiness for regret
My frets have broken their chains
Dressed in their all too familiar stains

So I’ve fallen back into my rut
Something even I look at in disgust
But it’s what I’ve come to know
This time I feel I’ll let it take my hand as we go

I just can’t fathom starting again
I’m tired of contrasting the wind
Fuck it who am I to grow old
With something like love in flow