Detours

done

i'm not sure what i'm doing, i'm stumbling around

walking to towards nowhere, maybe homeward-bound

intoxicated and confused

blinded and abused

knees shaking

tears falling

i'm trying to make sense of life

it's hard when your heart's struck with a knife

now that you're no longer in mine

and i'm afraid there won't be a finish line

so what do i do?

i'm just trying to forget you

you've already won

and now i'm done