heart @ home

seems like I'm always getting over
this heart I've got
for somebody
would I invent you
if you didn't exist

seems like I'm always stuck
(peering into the future)
being blinded
by my past
don't know my present tense

seems there's a pattern
in this chaos
sweet recollection
in coming home
to my meloncholy

my home is a warped tape
repeated angst
distorted lovesongs
my heart is not knowing
not being sure
you see me in the same tense
as I don't hear you