Hanging Around

                                  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 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 

I want to have a weight 

To keep me in your state 

I'm watching from above 

I love it but it's not for me