In Circles

Crushed like a bug

Under

The weight of listlessness

Maybe I could have

Learned how to fly

But my wings never sprouted

People just go on and on

In circles

In circles

I wake to the sound

Of the hum

Of the earth just spinning around and

there’s not much for me to do

But count the days and

Look at photos of you

People just go on and on

In circles

In circles

I was a fool to have thought that I was worth

More than just a short life

And a lifetime under dirt

Dare to dream

That’s what you told me

There’s more to life than just

Your reluctant love

And your begrudging touch.

You’ve set like the sun

Maybe that’s enough.

But, if we lay here

Maybe we could stay here

Maybe we could die here.

Wouldn’t that be fine, dear?

I wake to the sound

Of the hum

Of the earth just spinning around and

There’s not much for me to do

But count the days and

Look at photos of you

People just go on and on

In circles

In circles

I live my life inside of this cocoon

Just life a flower to afraid to bloom

I live my life inside of this cocoon

And I’ll die here