All conflict and no resolution
No positive thoughts or conclusions
No betterment, no satisfaction
I don’t flinch, you don’t get a reaction
So spend all day spinning your wheels around
Like a Corvette screeching and peeling out
I’ve got a whole new vibe that I’m feeling out
and an endless supply of my seeds of doubt.
Endless horsepower trapped in the roundabout.
Same old story,
not much has changed.
Even a fake embrace is progress
but look at the shape we’re in.
It’s all contests nobody ever wins.
Without context you don’t know the half of it.
No one likes to be told what their problem is.
Think of all of the times you broke down and said,
“Let me feel anything else!”
You don’t get to turn around and throw shade on me
for the years I had no good intentions
then come looking for some conversation.
You're a little late.
Wish I were anyone else
Without all these problems
Wish I could trade up
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