Past Come Round - Cary Brothers

You hit the night in color

You make the morning come

Pumpkin turns back to you

You fought the lights in shadow

You brought the Berlin bomb

Burn this black into blue

But you know, I can’t take it anymore

Drink all the liquor to counter your voice

I feel, a pound of flesh in store

It’s the pressure

Cuz you’re the past come 'round

Cuz you’re the crash I crowned

So then am I some sucker?

Oh, how the mighty fall

And then come back to you

I had to know you’re trouble

Get your eyes on lock

Numb, but what could I do?

Oh, safe side, you always get your way

Red zone with no intent to stay

This time, it cost a mental state, and it’s a wrecker

Cuz you’re the past come 'round

You’re the crash I crowned

Around, around, around

Kiss off the kind you break

And it’s a one by one

It’s a shock and shake

And with your bounty gone

Nothing to say

I see you’re cold and hollow

Cuz you’re the past come 'round

Cuz you’re the crash I crowned

Cuz you’re the past come 'round

Around, around, around