merry go round

A song is like a fight where no one remembers how it started, but both know how it will end. Spoiler alert: it won't end. One will just slam the door, but come back a couple of hours later because they can't help themselves. It's like a merry-go-round with no off switch: scenes, breaks for passion, declarations of “that's it, I'm done,” and silent returns with a burger in a bag. Their heads have long since parted ways. But their hearts are still in a one-room apartment for two. A track for those who have broken up a hundred times but still can't walk past without touching the other's shoulder. Because being together is hard. But being apart is even worse.