S is for Stained

Here we are yet again
staring down this fork in the road
the point where a choice must be made
The point where you decide where track is to be laid
I sit hammer, nails, and beams in hand
the train stands by waiting to travel on new land
you stand and pretend to ponder
an answer you pretend to lack
but your minds already made up
You knew who you really wanted miles back
You bring up your face
you look at me. Im calm and waiting
you lift you arm and tell me the way
"Just friends" thats the answer i hear you say
I look to the ground realizing this is normal
no need to be picked this time around
So i lay the track
knowing a companion I will lack