On and on
Cole Oestreich
Crisscrossed on the floor
Walls, they are a blur
Rocking patiently
Still is all I really need
Inevitably I'll fail
I'll stand, exhale
Pretend that I'm just feeling tired
It's sort of true, is that enough for you
On and on and
On and on and
On and on
It goes on
Sifting through debris
Frantic pace, lamenting
Over thoughts I used to have
As if it'd help to find where they began
On and on and on and on
On and on and on and on
On and on and on and on
It goes on