It's been a while since we last met
Haven't spoken to you or the ones you sent
Since then, I've hedged my bets after racking up some moral debt
But sometimes when I get extra desperate
Run to the idea I so often dismissed
Feel so weak to seek it, feel so week
Made it look so good in the brochure
White sands and rolling shores
If I stay, could I stay forever?
Bask in your perfect weather
Daydreamt too long, it's time to move on
From this ever present social construct
That once held such appeal, has only exposed my Achilles heel
Evident that I was dipped in Styx
Where I'll wither for all my existence
At least that's what I've been told by you and your chosen servants
Refuse to believe I'm predetermined
The only principle that ever deterred any chance of me conceding
Empty minds, responses always poised
Now no more than background noise
Exhausted every option, been chased by my own conscience
I've given up and you're losing touch
These oceans won't use a guise
And I swear to god that there's history in these mountains' rise