Circe And Penelope

And I don't know what you got, but I got a bag full of heartache and yarn
I think of them almost every day, by pulling seams and keeping them all at bay
I don't know what you got, but I got a life full of regrets and dreams
Oh, oh, it's not as bad as it sounds or even seems
I miss them almost every day, I taste 'em with every breath I take
While gathering herbs for my potions and charms
But I don't really care, I enjoy the what-ifs and could've-beens

Circe and Penelope sitting on a bench
Overlooking the turquoise sea
Holding hands and spinning arms
And watching the sudden blow the boys back in

And I don't know what you got
But I got a chest full of beauty and dirt