The cycle circles, stalls, then spins
describes the current state I'm in
it's like a nosedive then a crash
with all my blackouts and scraped hands
it's in the words caught in my throat
it's in the how did I get home?
I'd like to sleep my life away
but I'd just wake up years too late
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