supernovice

and all our sins come back to haunt us in the end;
to hang around and tap us on the shoulder,
and smile,
silent...
it's all implied:
"you'll die trying to live this down" - you might as well forget it...
still, i'm convinced: wondering "what if" is the worst thing there is.
so, we bottled and shelved all our regrets,
let them ferment, and came back to our senses;
drove back home, slept a few days,
woke up and laughed at how stupid we used to be...

and all these lines fall short of what i had in mind-
a failed attempt to capsulize a feeling.
so, i just try, fail, and try, and try again...
someday, i swear i'm going to get it.
because, i'm convinced: giving in is the worst thing there is.

we'll get over it-
sad, strong, safe, and sober.
we'll move forward
and know where we went wrong.
cause you can't home.
you can't go home again.