It's like magic

High speed traffic

And I don't stop for you

Though it happens

High speed madness

I'll never stop for you

I don't have my own car yet

I'm used to metaphors I can't relate to

Aren't you? (No)

Let me try again

It's like magic

Some guy's attic

Full of webs and boxes, count your losses

Is it tragic?

My own sadness?

When I reach my lowest, I might show it

Was that any better?

Are these words I type vignettes

Memories I wish I could relate to

Is this magic?

A broken habit?

And now I'm left in pieces, cold and speechless

Could it matter

What I'm trying to do

What am I

What am I trying to do?

What's the point, I'm not gonna come up with something good cause I fucking suck

Show me

What it's like to be different than the old me

I'm set free from the circles that control me

(Hahaha)

Count to 3, then you'll find what I need

Just some time and my thoughts to be seen

It's a circle, an open cuff

Maybe stupid but

I've had enough

Show me

What it's like to be different than the old me

I'm set free from the circles that control me

Burn that bitch, I'm like Magik on that queen shit

Limbo my problems and bend over backwards for you

It's a shame how I carried on, loving myself for you