the same old lust for the past
A midlife crisis
One-third the way there
Staring at your self-importance
Is being in love with falling in love too much to bear
At this point
Of no return
Take a match to what matters
And watch it burn
When you come back from the aftermath
Tell me what you learned

The past moved by too fast
Left a trail of failure
And a bed of nails in its wake
But I'm still sleeping
I'm still dreaming
So sickly sweet
I can't leave it behind
Find myself kneeling on the ground
Begging it to come back around
But that which is lost
Can never be found
Again

Reminisce
About all you've missed
Blow a kiss back in time
Hindsight makes us blind
Time's dividing lines
Tie us up in regret's chains
Years go by but nothing's changed
The same old fate still knows your name
As you shake hands with yesterday
Mistakes of youth chase the truth away

The past moved past too fast
Left a hail of pale imitations
A pile of snakes in its wake
But I'm still reaching
I'm still believing
That they won't bite
Alright to pick them up again
Can't leave them on the ground
Begging their prey to come back around
But that which is lost
Can never be found
Again

-Shane Watson
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