What do I name you, little sadness of mine
would something as simple as 'heartbreak' suffice.
cause it would be such a relief if for once things were exactly as they seemed,
and I've been told that heartbreak is an ordinary thing.
and what should I tell you, good friend, so kind.
if I said that I was lonely would you pay it any mind.
have I cried wolf one too many times
tell me is heartbreak a wolf or just an old family dog in disguise
Oh city where I'm living, you've known me a good while
and you've seen me defeated, and you've seen me survive
do your heavy stones ache each time another sorry soul boards a plane.
would you be heartbroken if at last I did the same.
When I'm alone in my house at the end of the day
and my laptop is coughing up blood on my desk again
as I batter in it's keyboard with convoluted metaphors
it begs me to stop breaking it's digital heart.
But I am outnumbered by my own memories
So I am making a deal with all of my things
if they call off the hounds of past complexities
we can agree to call it heartbreak and I'll set them free.
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