old habits haven't died

We can't see eye to eye
I threw the drift
You missed my point
And let it slip right by

The baggage stacks upon our backs are
Packed with maps and stones
Retracing tracks that bruised our bones
And double back to what we've known
Old habits haven't died
Some we missed,
but some we just revived

From our remorse
We crack the panes and pry the doors
flawed remains sprawled on the floor
Sorted out and sifted through
You size me up with yours
And I weigh mine with you

Checking lists and counting scores
Countless hurts we've both endured
Reciting sights and drawing lines
Wrong and right means nothing more
Than fights we fought before
The same demise of great divide
We claimed we would avoid

In our own defense;
We resist the pains that we've compiled
Ignore the bitter, beaten core
The force that drives a prideful voice
The face we made to hide behind
The stubborn state of selfish shape
Escapes in full discourse

We came by way of wanting more
But if we stay just as before
Goodbye is all we have in store
Risky fates are too untamed
To navigate from past mistakes