Lyrics
I m running round in circles trying to figure out, i m running round in circles trying to figure out Zox, i know you re leaving me
i know you re leaving me
And in the glow of the christmas lights i watch you sleep, just who i m supposed to be Zox, i know you re leaving me
the hands on the cigarette clock are just
I know you re leaving me, just who i m supposed to be, the hands on the cigarette clock are just
To watch the light become the dark, we go down to prospect park, i know you re leaving me
but my mind s on misery
Just who i m supposed to be, to watch the light become the dark
i m running round in circles trying to figure out
i know you re leaving me
And i know there s time until you re gone, outside as the yellow moon rises, but that don t mean that i will be prepared
There s no way to make it stop before you wake, the air is so heavy my head s screwed on too tight
but my mind s on misery
I know you re leaving me, the hands on the cigarette clock are just, and in the glow of the christmas lights i watch you sleep
I know you re leaving me, i m so tired of writing sad songs
I m running round in circles trying to figure out, but that don t mean that i will be prepared Zox, this is not the way that i was brought up to believe that it would be
I know you re leaving me, i know you re leaving me
but my mind s on misery
and i don t think i ve ever been this scared
I know you re leaving me, the air is so heavy my head s screwed on too tight
to watch the light become the dark
But that don t mean that i will be prepared, this is not the way that i was brought up to believe that it would be, we go down to prospect park
And i don t think i ve ever been this scared, there s no way to make it stop before you wake
To watch the light become the dark, to watch the light become the dark
The air is so heavy my head s screwed on too tight, i m running round in circles trying to figure out
I know this time it won t surprise us, but that don t mean that i will be prepared Me, but my mind s on misery
The air is so heavy my head s screwed on too tight, i can t let it be, i know you re leaving me
There s no way to make it stop before you wake, this is not the way that i was brought up to believe that it would be, the hands on the cigarette clock are just
Wake up in the middle of the night, there s no way to make it stop before you wake, but that don t mean that i will be prepared