My Cons Are Making A Cripple Out Of Me Lyrics

Headlights pass again and again
I'm going under
He's not too sure if you are a friend
So he's charging by the hour
Too trying to think about
The beds I've made that I'm lying in now

Circular reality

A certain stillness in motion
Hold my wet towel body down
I'm going under
Bones are grinding cold in this deadpan town
My souls are wearing thin
And troubled water is seeping in

But I'll wave at you from my parade
In this circular reality
As I travel 'round this singular state
My cons are making a cripple out of me
I'll watch your smile
And your colours fade

But I'll wave at you from my parade
Yes, I'll wave at you from my parade
In this circular reality
As I travel 'round this singular state
My cons are making a cripple out of me

I'll watch your smile
And your colours fade