I pull and pull, with every heave
No weaker than it's preceding
Though I hold tight, weak hands slip
I fall back to you every now and again
I stand confused and look both ways
As I can't step one foot off of this median
I took control or so I thought
(Deep down in myself again)
Since we were young, back in the day
I've known you like the back of my weak hands
When we were young, about fifteen
Decisions never seemed as permanent
Think back to our first experience
Long beaches and boundaries broken all the time
We've grown up, oh but have we grown apart as well?
It seems right now it's far too hard to tell
Take this as is, a remembrance
For the ever-rotating cycle of feeling content
Walking blind in the state of a changed mind
With in time and in fact
More the ever-shifting urge to rewind this
Take this, a remembrance
Of the ever-rotating cycle of feeling content
With the will to change
Feeling content in the will to seek change
Take this, a remembrance
Of feeling content in the will to seek change
I'll save that song, so help no better
I'll take control, will be much better
With great (?), or so I thought