Thumbtack

Here's the town we live in This is how the land lays out I bought a map So I could fing my way around / way around Taped the map on the wall Studied every avenue I Found my way around Tried to feel at home for once We worked out a system When one of us would leave A thumbtack stuck showing Where we were going All the time time, you wore a hole The same place tacked over and over And I never go there, I never go there But through that hole, you see My faith in you boring deeper and deeper Finally through the wall Map began to rip apart I watched it fall to the floor I didn't bother moving my thumbtack any more