Hey, I’ve been here before,
with the same heart, with the same sleeve.
No surprise, I see myself all over the floor,
ten thousand pieces, all scattered at my feet.

So now, again, I guess I’ll have to
pick myself up, tape myself up,
prop myself back up
to the way I was before,
to the way I’m not anymore.

Hey, pretty sure I’ve seen this before,
this me plus another is just not possible.
It’s the same and yet not, oh how I pour
my heart out but this sting is insoluble.

And now, again, I guess I got to
gather myself up, glue myself together,
sweep the pieces and fix ’em all up,
to be back to the way I once was,
the way before you came to pass.

Hey, yeah, I’ve been here before,
long overdue, already know what’s in store.
You’re slipping away, leaving me back
to the way I was before,
to the way I’m not anymore.

[ 2008.05.14.22.20 ]