We're at the beginning where saying "Hello" after saying "Goodbye" is a waste of time for me
Then all of my friends have the nerve to say " It's not only you, it's a dozen minds in different spaces different words associations"
But I guess I'll never understand what you want
It's summer now and we're both faces in a crowd and I know it's a circle
My body keeps tripping over where I was and where I should be
If we're already turning, objects pushing and pulling then our bodies are the planet
Over time there's seasons shifting in and out
As a constant reaction I find that there's hope in every second spent on being subject to the sun
Though our eyes are closed
But I guess I'll never understand what you want
It's summer now and we're both faces in a crowd and I know it's a circle
My body keeps tripping over where I was and where I should be
As if it's not hard enough on me this time
I can't look away, it's the overwhelming thought of all the work we put in
But if it's gone then what's the point if I don't need this to see the sun again?
I guess I'm starting to understand what I want
It's summer now and you're just a face in a crowd and I know it's a circle
But I'm no longer tripping over where I was cause I'm were I need to be