after the storm, before the freeze
between the words, beneath the lights
we fill up on good intentions
since dessert was spoiled hours ago

turn the pages, but no pause on the clock
the beginning makes it to the end
every drop to paper from pen
every word from me to you

we spin in delusions
do flips in the progress
confusion brings us back
time and time again

rewind these times
it sounds foolish in reverse
tripping backwards
but why stop now

faster travel
leads to slower thoughts
never made sense anyway
accept now what we know

because we barely know anything at all
just the same verse on repeat

we spin in delusions
do flips in the progress
confusion brings us back
time and time again