Well our love story reads like a book of lies Good intentions, better alibis No happy endings, no straight lines No movin’ on, but no goodbyes
This bittersweet revelry, will be the death of me
Chorus: We go round and round, tryin’ 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 goin’ to fuck it up We’re holdin’ 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, it’s gonna hurt
Repeat Chorus.
You’d think that we had had enough Be sick and tired of fuckin’ up Holdin’ on, sinkin’ down Here we go round and round