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