Brika Every Third Thought
I go
Inside of this loop
And stow all of my truths
I keep trying to blend in
And you seem fine functioning in
Your torso
I've been cycling between a
Who then why
Did I say it wrong?
I can't look back
Can't fight that
Can't look back
Hiding around you
Can't look back
Can't write that
I can't look back
Hiding around you
Every third thought comes around
I know
I overthink things through
And so
I'd leave any party for you
I drive with old conversations
As if it could alter locations
But it don't
I'd please the fine inch of anything
Just to look heaven sent
To everyone
I can't look back
Can't fight that
Can't look back
Hiding around you
Can't look back
Can't write that
I can't look back
Hiding around you
Every Third Thought comes around
