Mom i'm coming home again
I'm gonna lay my heavy head to rest
In my own bed
I drive along the overpass
The wind outside is blowing much too fast
The window looks at nothing all is black
And it's here
With eyes shut tight
That you run circles
In my mind
It goes and goes and then it's gone
But when it dies, you won't be seeing me again
Yes I'll be somewhere else
And I'll try and I'll try to get it back
To tie back down what has become so unattached
Oh so unattached to me
And it's here
With eyes shut tight
That you run circles
In my mind
And it's here
No end in sight
That you run circles
In my mind

— Circles, by Will Paquin

DUDE SO LIKE… I MESSED UP AND HAD TO REPUBLISH. MORAL OF THE STORY IS DONT DRAW WITHOUT CAFFEINE OR ELSE YOU FORGET STUFF ON THE ART. ALR BYE SORRY 🫡