Rowing In Circles - Ceschi

It seems hopeless floating on this winding river

It seems that I’ll never get to where I’ll lay

Oh so softly on a bed head on a pillow

Know the road can make a man forget his age

Touch me baby till I forget my own name

Touch me gently on the head or through the veins

I’ve been rowing 'round in circles 50 days

I’ve been rowing 'round in circles 50 days

Forget about it

Money come, money go

Hustling hard trying to paint plastic gold

Happy in my Connecticut hole

Got that Hemingway shotgun to the head swagger though

Sometimes feel like a jaded mess

I’m the ashes of David Koresh or less

Tangled in webs

Even at my best there will never be an S emblazoned on my chest

So what’s next?

So what’s next?

It seems hopeless floating on this winding river

It seems that I’ll never get to where I’ll lay

Oh so softly on a bed, head on a pillow

Know the road can make a man forget his age

I’ve been rowing 'round in circles 50 days

I’ve been rowing 'round in circles 50 days

Money come, money go

Many men make many mistakes over money though

That’s the road

Always surrounded but still alone

Spent my last dime trying to live in a musical

Never lost sight of my goals, but it’s so cold

With rats crawling into your home

That clichéd cloud over my head is so real

My Grandmother’s death was so real

I’m so fake

Ten cop guns to my head were so fake

Can’t feel a goddamn thing, but I’m awake

Will I ever learn from these stupid fucking mistakes?

Rowing in circles trying to turn ponds to lakes

I’m so me so bored of it

Bullet in my mouth spit out ornaments

Was I really born for this shit

Or will I be torn to bits

By a swarm of regrets

Is that it?