i can hardly help doing things the
same way i've always done before i am
always saying i have got to change and
yet i keep on coming back here, keep chasing
deer i've never caught in the same
goddamn circles i've gone before
and the worse part is you're no better
and the worst part is coming this short a
distance i see how far i've come
and the good part is the light
and the good part is that, finally,
i am hearing your little voice
shout so loud