I can make a show Make it flow like the wind blow Yeah I can make a scene I can make it all seem Like it’s okay But it ain’t okay I stay hung up on my yesterday I stay hung up on my mistakes Yeah Spiraling, spiraling. can’t stop, too dizzy from the Spiraling, spiraling We going down, down down I wake up, where the fuck am I Have i lost it all, did I fuckin die Winters coming and it’s gettin cold My kids are growing up and I’m growing old Nothing new, nothing here to see all i do is keep Spiraling, spiraling. can’t stop, too dizzy from the Spiraling, spiraling We going down, down down
