The Circle

Wear dirty shirt Cheap cymbals Broken belt still works My cluttered room Muddy shoes Living off of plants Here it comes, the circle Swallow me Excuse myself every time I breathe Enter lungs and cut my sleeves My, my tired hands Work all day Blame my old man Sun in my hair Kisses don't Come very often Here it comes, the circle Swallow me Excuse myself every time I breathe Enter lungs and cut my sleeves