Circles - David Cook

Hope is just a joke, we grab and choke it in the palm of our hand

We fake it till we make it just to break it like it’s part of the plan

We’re running in circles

Yeah, we’re running in circles

It’s in under the skin we scratch and itch and tear each other apart

Then pull each other up, brush off the dust and stagger back to the start

Because we’re running in circles

Yeah, we’re running in circles

We could make our way through hell

But we keep tripping on ourselves

Yeah we’re running in circles

Yeah we’re running in circles

Yeah we’re running in circles

We could make our way through hell

But we keep tripping on ourselves

Yeah we’re running in circles

Yeah we’re running in circles

Yeah we’re running in circles

Yeah we’re running in circles

Yeah we’re running in circles

Yeah we’re running in circles

Yeah we’re running in circles

Yeah we’re running in circles

Yeah we’re running in circles

Yeah we’re running in circles

Yeah we’re running in circles

(Yeah we’re running in circles)