Ruminator

Underneath my room there is a gift shop
That won’t stop playing the same songs on repeat
As if they want some confession out of me
They said it’s so we know they’re open
Well I’m sure they’ve solved that problem
Just turn the radio on so that I can…

Shut them out and throw away my usual self’s usual ways
Because what’s worst of all is something reminding me what I wish to see
As my days blur to one

So I’ll try to find something different within a distance that I chose
As spontaneous as I’m allowed with the mindset that I use
Thoughts of envy and frustration
I wonder if I’ll ever lose them
Just turn the radio on so that I can…

Shut them out and throw away my usual self’s usual ways
Because what’s worst of all is something reminding me what I wish to see
As my days blur to one

Shut them out and throw away my usual self’s usual ways
Because what’s worst of all is something reminding me what I wish to see
As my days blur to one
(To one x3)

Shut them out and throw away my usual self’s usual ways
Because they’re no use to me, or anybody, as these thoughts turn to one

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