I thought I knew a little thing or two. Now I'm certain I'm not certain anymore. Maybe that'd be fine. Say, “just give it time” til you're slamming into walls you thought were doors.
Cuz I get pulled apart.
I get pulled one way and then the other. I get pulled away and then drawn closer. I want every single thing at once again and again and again. I get pulled one way and then the other.
Starting to feel stuck inside the wheel. Running circles feels the same as standing still. Tempting as it seems, living on repeat, don't wanna chase after somebody else's thrill.
Cuz I get pulled apart.
I get pulled one way and then the other. I get pulled away and then drawn closer. I want every single thing at once again and again and again. I get pulled one way and then the other.