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