Circular feeling, dull bladed knife

A quick stretch too the ceiling, the view here's alright

And I've done my thinking, yes I've served my time

It's a circular sinking back, setting it right

Eternal cycle of circular sighing, and circular winding back to nothing again

And then five people call me up, say the same thing

"It's a circular feeling, no feeling's the same"

Circular selling me all that you've got, you can capitalize but it will not add up (ain't backed by shit)

But circular certainty looks good on paper

Give it up won't you child? For there's nothing to gain there

Circular hoping, and unsteady ground

And then steel-coated knowing when things get too loud

In the back of my memory, you say the same thing

"It's a circular feeling, no feeling's the same"

Circular sirens, your last petty fight was a gas station parking lot, dead of the night

And we all thought he jumped, until last year some time

When your daughter said, "ma, I'm gon' set this thing right"

Circular drinking ain't nobody's fault

It's the part that's left wanting and hoping to stop

And then just when you think that you're finally tied down

Well then circular life hits, the body's been found