CIRCLES

If you can fit it in a bottle

Then you should ship it to yourself

Don't wanna hear what you've been thinking

Don't wanna see the cards you dealt

The finer line is never talked about

The same old stories scribbled all throughout the page

The feeling's mutual, you think that I'm ashamed

But rage, it's all that helps me see through it

Take my number, and call

If you can ever see it my way, but you won't

That's fine, you probably wouldn't see it clearly anyways