And its haunting me, but I feel fine
War of worlds in real time
Better off signing a truce that’s drawn up in your name
But I hope you go home and admit you
Were wrong for the stress you put me through
Free me from the anchor
Depart these seas and let me do what I have to do

Running around in circles
The path I always choose
I hate that I can’t accept anything more
Than the worn out soles of my shoes
Just say something back
And cut me some slack
Headstrong in the world
With the wind at my back.