Round

(Jeff Satur singin this)
The clock laughs at me, tick-tock, tick-tock.
Shadows, each one a man from the past, lost.
I drink my thoughts like bitter tea.
Every sip burns, but why this normal for me?
Normal for me?

[Prechorus]
Is it real or just a dream
The cracks are showing in my seams

[Chorus]
Round and round this spiral waltz
Blame the world it’s not my fault
Falling feels like flying free
Until the ground swallows me

[Verse 2]
A stranger whispers in my ear.
His voice is a hymn to broken fear.
Paint my pain in shades of black.
This is art, a torn flashback. Back Back Back

[Prechorus]
Are these scars or are they stars
Mapping out my lost memoirs

[Chorus]
Round and round this spiral waltz
Blame the world it’s not my fault
Falling feels like flying free
Until the ground swallows me