(inspired by Gorillaz's Revolving Doors)
[2022]
Ah, look at all the lonely people
I stand on the other side of one of four glass panels
In a revolving door in London
On a foggy day in BostonIn a revolving door, you can't exit the way you came
If you wish to go, you have to go in a circle
A circle or two if you miss the opening
A circle or three if you can't bring yourself to leaveEverything is spinning
A door, a planet, my head after the foggy mornings
In an obscured, dark, blurry vision reflected off windows
What else is there to do but go around again?I sit in a diner beyond those revolving doors
And the Beatles play, ever so softly
So softly that I can barely hum along over the buzz of the other people
Unless I pause the spinning world completelyI feel that I'm paused by all the pills
And I'm running out of things to pour into my drink again
So around in a circle I go once more
In a revolving door of everything I've ever known]What have I done?
What will I become?
Walking in a circle won't give you any new answers
It'll just buy you time to ask more questionsI pay and leave the diner
Humming the Beatles ever so softly on my way to the exit
And I find myself stuck again
Stuck again in a dull and cold merry-go-roundAh, look at all the lonely people
And I want to get out of this cylinder with four glass panels
I can't stand this revolving door in London
On a foggy day in Boston.
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