The Beaten Path

The Beaten Path

Yesterday came and went and I wasn't present

The weeks were laid out like pavement

Work and drink and sleep, repeat

Upon the beaten path

I kept on my blinders...

don't need any old reminders

No face. No Name. No memories.

If you love it, you leave it

'cause you hate that you need it

It's the one thing you can't have

you're too self absorbed to change

always, "My way."

Tomorrow could come and go

and I'd sleep right through it

I'm not searching for self improvement

I'm sticking to the beaten path

Here and there I come across an old acquaintance-

some old flame, some old burn victim

I remember I need to forget

everything I ever said to you

If I could take it back-

I'd eat every word

You want to feel like all those others feel,

but you won't- and you never will

All that you love you lose

You do.