Around - Accents

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