It’s always ego at first
bruises are the worst
healing and re-healing from the same wound
living and loving under the same moon
don’t play with me I can’t take much more
Of us opening and closing the exact same sore
It’s always something in the flue
Something blocking me from you
I cause chaos and when its not me
You do something dumb and we’re ending
Just to fight ourselves when we want to collide
Still scared to toss caution completely aside
And live right for the last time
Trusting the universe’s design
It’s always ego that starts
until longing gels again in our hearts
So whenever we take another a chance
We exhibit the same melody and rhythm like trance
Then ego is the first thing that has to go
When our love hunger is in its throes…