new romantics

a hopeless romantic

self-medicated on reality;

a misunderstanding is all that anyone can see in me

pulling up the floor to go deeper down

tearing at the soil to find the ground

i'm trying to find myself

coming back to the same words to try to tell a different story

i'm farther from myself

coming back to the same words

in hope they come alive without me

a moment's reflection has given me a second chance to heal;

a loss of connection in matching up my words to how i feel

i've taken on too much

empty pages on the floor

tearing volumes from the shelf to find what i've been looking for. then it hit me

well

i haven't changed. i'm still the same man i was before

well

i haven't changed

i'm still the same man i was

just trying to find myself. i'm trying to find myself

coming back to the same words

i'm farther from myself

coming back to the same words