Is The Cycle Broken?

"Is The Cycle Broken?"
2013

It seems we're drawing circles
Leaving the same old motions made
And we're still treading water
Raising our heads as we wade
And it's like we each missed a dose
Of our dramamine
And it's this merry-go-round
That's the stage for our drama scene
But since someone's drawn the curtain
I'll have to man the lights
'Cause it seems we're on the path
Toward our epic fights
But as the volume starts to rise
Can you look me in my eyes
And say the cycle's broken
And have it not sound like lies
Now it seems you're building walls
So how can the fences mend
When I can't keep up construction
As you smile and just pretend
That we didn't miss a dose
Of some sweet reality
Knowing I can't quite figure out
Why you're so fucking mad at me
But someone's drawn the curtain,
So I have to man the lights
'Cause it seems we're on the path
Toward our epic fights
And as the volume starts to rise
Can you look me in my eyes
Then say the cycle's broken
And have it not sound like lies
Oh, it seems I've crossed the line
By suggesting moving on
And you can tell I'm serious
Now that what you've drawn is gone
'Cause we don't need another dose
Of those jagged little pills
That some labeled memories
Our minds have had their fills
But you just like bringing up
My every wrong in sight
Pretending every right has danced
In the shadow of the night
And I'm not laying blame
Or impersonating saints
I'm just digging for the truth
Beneath a layer of complaints
But you won't say a word
And it's as if you know
That I have some psychic powers
That I've refused to show
But we we're too old for this
And not getting any younger
So can we get back to the bliss
For which I've begun to hunger
Or is your soul content
To starve us of happiness
While neglecting all the parts
We have to clean inside this fucking mess
But someone's drawn the curtain,
So I have to man the lights
'Cause it seems we're on the path
Toward our epic fights
And as the volume starts to rise
Can you look me in my eyes
Then say the cycle's broken
And have it not sound like lies
And much to my chagrin
Not a word was spoken
So I whispered,
"Baby, tell me, is the cycle broken?
Or are those pieces from our hearts?"