Lyrics Around - Accents

Around

We were talking for months the same, in a way
When I got to thinking about the pain
So many fools change every day
I saw my future become my past — are there things to save?
They keep comin' around
We were talking for months the same, in a way
Then I got to thinking about the games so many fools play
Would you say there’s a science to closing doors or unlocking them?
They’ll keep comin' around
(Somehow it seems that all of our plans are dead where they stand
Somewhere there will be a place for the meek to grow tall and be seen)
So now I know apathy, 'cus it’s been a friend to me
There’s nowhere to go now but down
And I’m all out of compliments
Your heart’s the contraband
I’ll leave you with higher ground