Lakeshore
The waters high again this year
It rose up above the dock again
And swallowed up the yard

Remember how we walked out 100 yards
And it never got any more than waist deep?
Front door
Wouldn't open from inside

(no matter how we tried)
Snowed in
It all drifted up outside
If it wasn't 8 feet high

Then it wasn't an inch
But last year we saw clear ground
In january
Clear ground in january

I miss all those bad memories
And hate how this feels so much
Like the wrong ending
To the right story...

How I keep holding out for you