paintings in a cycle

When I was 19
I checked myself in
I thought I could run
But I ran myself thin

Burnt menthol
And desperation
My life was in a cycle
Like I was paintings

My life was in a cycle like I was paintings
When I was 21
I had a lots of fun
Road sodas
And doing my linework by the ton

But I went OD
And then I tried to run
But how far can you get
If you're the one who holds the gun?

The desperation
Craned it's neck again
And I was a patching a wound
That I just couldn't tend

Being in a cycle
Must be a Dali thing
Cause when I look at my life
All I see is paintings

Paintings, oh

So many years spinning in a circle
I want out
So many hours talking on the couch
I let it out
So many miles walked on the wrong route
So many years, so many

So many years spinning in a cycle
I want out
So many hours talking on the couch
I let it out
So many miles walked on the wrong route
So many years, so many