When I imagine you ache
How she knows that I am naïve
My mind wanders in circles
That if my head had soles
They would be worn down thin
With holes and such, sand and such,
Mud and such.
Unfortunately, I receive a new pair
To do the same all over again.
Squinting and heaving from losing to the best
Now everyone knows I’m nothing but a mess
A broken arm, a broken heart, a heavy chest
Beat me to sleep and force me to rest