I paint a self-portrait poorly, but I’ll sell it to you pretty cheap,
I’ll gather up all my fears and throw them at your feet,
If camaraderie melts like a crayon, then indifference spreads like a rash,
One minute and all your dreams can turn themselves to trash.
And I go talking in circles,
Wind my words around you,
I go talking in circles,
Spinning like winter wheels,
Reeling like a drunken fool.
Oh, oh, oh.
I could swear that we’re swimming in the workweek,
Deep divers to treasureless wrecks,
Throwing punches at hammerhead sharks that’s breathing down our necks,
Let’s go to the movies, or something, before time gets the best of us both,
And we resemble those bitter old souls we swore we’d never become.
And I go talking in circles,
Wind my words around you,
I go talking in circles,
Spinning like winter wheels,
And reeling like a drunken fool.
There was something you said in the kitchen,
Not much, but there was something in your voice,
And I was thinking that we could stand to get out a little more,
Knee deep in this town like a tar pit,
Work harder, and deeper you go,
Lie in wait for some genius to come excavate our bones.
And I go talking in circles,
Wind my words around you,
I go talking in circles,
Spinning like winter wheels,
And reeling like a drunken fool,
And I go talking in circles,
Wind my words around you,
I go talking in circles,
Spinning like winter wheels,
Reeling like a drunken fool,
Spinning like winter wheels,
Reeling like a drunken fool.
