Stuck in a Circle - Swingin Utters

All of my own is here for you, I swear it s true

Although these consequence, seem to break us into two

It s not just a fancy thought

I swear it s the moment of truth

It s not some final sealed for sent

Sent from far out of the blue

Sometimes the only things I stumble on are words

The pain is worse than falling down a flight of stairs

We re all in a circle, it all comes back to you

We re all recycled, but together without use

All of my thoughts are yours to keep

It s all for free

Good or bad, simple and true

Not trying to get out of this cheaply

Filled up with hope,

Or a false sense of security

But that I m getting to, oh

Sometimes the only things I stumble on are words

The pain is worse than falling down a flight of stairs

We re all in a circle, it all comes back to you

We re all recycled, but together without use

All of my own is here for you, I swear it s true