Circles

Hope is just a joke, we grab and choke it in the palm of our hand
We fake it till we make it just to break it like it’s part of the plan

We’re running in circles
Yeah, we’re running in circles

It’s in under the skin, we scratch and itch and tear each other apart
Then pull each other up, brush off the dust and stagger back to the start

Because we’re running in circles
Yeah, we’re running in circles

We could make our way through hell
But we keep tripping on ourselves
Yeah, we’re running in circles
Yeah, we’re running in circles
Yeah, we’re running in circles

We could make our way through hell
But we keep tripping on ourselves
Yeah, we’re running in circles
Yeah, we’re running in circles
Yeah, we’re running in circles

Yeah, we’re running in circles
Yeah, we’re running in circles
Yeah, we’re running in circles
Yeah, we’re running in circles
Yeah, we’re running in circles
Yeah, we’re running in circles
Yeah, we’re running in circles
Yeah, we’re running in circles
(Yeah, we’re running in circles)