Christian Kane

Well our love story reads like a book of lies
Good intentions, better alibis
No happy endings, no straight lines
No movin’ on, but no goodbyes
This bittersweet revelry, will be the death of me
Chorus:
We go round and round, tryin’ to work it out
And all I get is hell-bent and bound
Never far from right where we are
And you would think that we’d get enough
You know we’re goin’ to fuck it up
We’re holdin’ on and sinking down
Here we go round and round
Making circles