Finals An Illusion Called Circumstance
I stop counting at twenty five
And I decide to reopen my eyes
Inches from a place
I never though I'd be
And now I'd rather not leave
Seasonal is not feasible
And neither is feeling this alone
Stay under, the answer hasn't risen yet
I know it's hard to hold your breath
Tonight I'll try and run it out
But I've heard resilience is his middle name
And I've seen and been hypnotized
By his spinning, spinning inviting eyes
Tomorrow I will try and beat it out
But my last scars still haven't healed
Stay under, the answer hasn't risen yet
I know it's hard to hold you breath
And they fester, open sores
Self-inflicted, behind these doors
Next week I'll try and run it out
But he still clings to my five-year-old sneaker soles
No one ever really sees
Blinded by an illusion he calls circumstance
Stay under, the answer hasn't risen yet
I know it's hard to hold your breath
Stay under, the answer hasn't risen yet
I know it's hard to hold your breath
