WRONG CIRCLE
Zack Schwartz, Rivka Ravede, Corey Wichlin
Staring over my back
To trace a fading line
I don’t know where I am
No shape, no second try
Pick up the phone
The little death is all I want
To be alone
To shake myself awake at night
Stretching out and thin
I feel the pull from under
Sink into a spin
And never react
Ran all the way home
I want to believe in another life
The one we’re meant to be in
If hell is a mirror then I can’t pretend I mean it
And when you’re gone
I’ll keep the light on like we were together
