I don't wanna make do,
I find it hard to get by,
Doing something untrue,
With the rest of my life.
I guess I'm feeling the squeeze,
But I won't drink the punch,
It's the public disease,
And you can't get enough.
Round and around,
I keep losing ground,
It's fitting I suppose,
All the roads are closed.
I guess my issue with faith,
Is that there aint any doubts,
It's kind of foolish to claim,
You've figured everything out.
Every now and again,
I start to question myself,
If you hand me a pen,
I could write it all down,
Round and around,
I keep losing ground,
It's fitting I suppose,
All the roads are closed.
You could call me a fool,
I guess that's not out of line,
It's a little uncool,
That you would eat on my dime,
Round and around,
I keep losing ground,
It's fitting I suppose,
All the roads are closed.
credits
from Bad Dates,
released October 14, 2013
Music written by Colin Bart and Mike Leppek
Lyrics written by Colin Bart
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