I wonder what it's like

Seeing through your eyes

You've offered me to have a try

But I was always late

The filters that I use

Give me an an excuse

I take away what's real

I feel it and it blows my fuse



I hang around

For another round

I'm hanging around

For another round

I'm hanging on

To the same old song

I hang around

For another round

Until something stops me



I wonder what it's like

Walking by your side

To think before I talk

And to move at the same speed as you walk