Treadmills

Wearing down the same shoes, along with the same thoughts
Holding onto old faces, tying me up in knots
Running on treadmills, and not getting anywhere
I just haven't been myself, dizzy and impaired

On the fringe of the last stage and the next
And I don't know how to set myself apart from the rest
Wasting all my time, feeling like I'm falling behind
Looks like this is the best I'll find

Floating under the spectrum, of this supposed life
Walking past where we always rode our bikes
Seasons of scenes, that went by the wayside
Thought I'd be making a much bigger stride

On the fringe of the last stage and the next
And I don't know how to set myself apart from the rest
Wasting all my time, feeling like I'm falling behind
Looks like this is the end of the line

Running slowly, peeling myself out
Sleep deprived, passing the time
Days mundane, going insane
Flooding through me, things I should be

On the fringe of the last stage and the next
And I don't know how to set myself apart from the rest
Wasting all my time, feeling like I'm falling behind
Looks like this is the end of the line



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Writer(s): Ben Kocur
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