Take a deep breath, tuck the water in my chest.

Cross my fingers and hope for the best.

You were so invested in it that when it fails the difficult part is trusting yourself again. You trusted yourself with knowing that someone was safe and you ended up being wrong and it's harder to forgive yourself than other people. And the question arises:

Why would next time be any different?

Just another story I can't tell anymore.

Suffocating on memories.

It's a sad picture, the final blow hits you.

Somebody else gets what you wanted again.

You know it's all the same, another time and place,

Repeating history and you're getting sick of it.

All of these moments just might find their way into my dreams tonight,

but I know that they'll be gone when the morning light sings and brings new things.

We built a tall, tall tower towards the sun,

took some words and built a wall and called it 'love',

and somewhere in all the talking, the meaning faded out.