Thinking Out Loud

I try to talk about myself, I'm going to tell you this I hope I can explain Sometimes I feel out of place As if I had to belong somewhere else Like a soul in pain, out of its time And I run, I run, I run, I run... I run in circles If I could take the best of each era Fill my pockets with present, past and future, and now I could become addicted! Believe I'm a kind of God And like that alchemist, I will look for happiness Around me To end up coming back home It was always in my backpack Use it, or not But if I could play God, it would be a great help Turn around time There are seven sins and seven days will suffice! Then I will rest on my cloud If I could take the best of each era Fill my pockets with present, past and future, and now I could become addicted! Believe I'm a kind of God But if I could play God, it would be a great help Turn around time There are seven sins and seven days will suffice! Then I will rest on my cloud