Round About

[Verse 1] Streetlights stutter in a loop, like they’re practicing their breathing. I drift past storefront saints and the halos of vending machines. My shadow keeps asking questions I’m not qualified to answer— but I nod anyway, like I’ve got tenure in the unknown. [Pre-Chorus] And the wind, it hums the same four notes I’ve been trying to forget. Feels like the whole city is stuck buffering. [Chorus] Round about, I spin through the avenues, half awake, half a rumor in motion. Round about, the world keeps circling slow— I go where the quiet things learn to glow. [Verse 2] A billboard whispers slogans to the ghosts riding shotgun. Someone’s laughter in an alley reminds me of a life I almost lived. I carry a pocketful of reasons why tonight should make sense— none of them fireproof, all of them humming. [Pre-Chorus] And the sky drops static like it’s trying to confess. Yeah, I hear you— we’re all remixing our regrets. [Chorus] Round about, I spin through the avenues, half awake, half a rumor in motion. Round about, the world keeps circling slow— I go where the quiet things learn to glow. [Bridge] Call it fate, call it feedback, call it anything that sticks. I’ve been running diagnostics on the beat of my chest— it’s out of warranty, but still operational. [Outro] Round about, I fade into morning— watercolor streets, soft as forgetting. Round about, I stay in orbit just long enough to feel the sun reset me.