Over and over (Reid Mix)

Whether for the worst or for the better

Whether you were close or miles away

Whether to a toast or bad tomatoes

The thrill of it

Whether just for now or for forever

Reckon with a ghost or to your face

Whether for the how or the who or whatever

The thrill of it—gone

And now it’s playing over and over

You aimed for the middle

Came up just a little under

Older and older

No second chances

Leaving empty handed

Whether for the sooner or the later

Whether as the hunter or the prey

Whether you’re a lover or a hater

The thrill of it

Whether for the most or barely ever

Whether you got lost or found your way

Whether you can boast about the cruel or the clever

The thrill of it—gone

And now it’s playing over and over

You aimed for the middle

Came up just a little under

Older and older

No second chances

Leaving empty handed

Just a chip on your shoulder

To get it out, but get it right

You thought about it

Too much, too sober

But not too late, but not too late

History don’t repeat itself

But it rhymes

Flashing before your eyes in realtime

Watching it over in loops would you like what you see

Or will you cover your eyes when all you’ve got are your memories

And now it’s playing over and over

You aimed for the middle

Came up just a little under

Older and older

No second chances

Leaving empty handed

Just a chip on your shoulder

To get it out, but get it right

You thought about it

Too much, too sober

But not too late, but not too late