I recluse to a mellow mattress and walk into the ever turning turnstile in my mind, built by you.

I go round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round a d round and round for hours

I go round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round a d round and round for hours

Thinking Bout you,

Thinking bout you ,

Thinking bout you, you, you

Your blood orange love, had been mistaken for, the raw and open sore.

I go round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round a d round and round for hours

I go round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round a d round and round for hours

I go round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round a d round and round for hours

Thinking bout you.