Well our love story reads like a book of lies
Good intentions, better alibis
No happy endings, no straight lines
No moving on but no goodbyes

This bittersweet revelry, will be the death of me
We go round and round trying to work it out
And all I get is hell-bent and bound
Never far from right where we are

And you would think that we'd get enough
You know we're going to f*ck it up
We're holding on and sinking down
Here we go round and round
Making circles
Making circles

We both need to lead, while we dance alone
One more graceful spin, on who’s right or wrong
The same old words, the same old song
Maybe we're right, where we belong

It can't get much better, it sure can't get worse
Well ether way you turn, its gonna hurt

We go round and round trying to work it out
And all I get is hell-bent and bound
Never far from right where we are
And you would think that we'd get enough

You know we're going to f*ck it up
We're holding on and sinking down
Here we go round and round
Making circles
Making circles


You'd think that we had had enough
Be sick and tired of f*cking up
Holding on, sinking down
Here we go round and round


sigh