this new ground...

is familiar, although i stumble.

the bruises you leave are bruises that were already here. and this is no fault of yours, cause you only followed where i led,

and i am trying to leave you alone, but i can't find my way out of your head.

another argument, nothing sweet or simple

i'm drunk and looking for words that rhyme, but all i find are words that are true...that we fucked up, and now...

we don't know what to do.