Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick,. And think of you. Caught up in circles. Confusion is nothing new. Flashback, warm nights. Almost left behind. Suitcases of memories,.
Another day, waking to the same old beat,. Counting doors, walking through the same old street,. Breathing in breathing out the same,. Nothing's changed, just imitating yesterday..
Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick,. And think of you. Caught up in circles. Confusion is nothing new. Flashback, warm nights. Almost left behind. Suitcases of memories,.