Running in circles—but I wouldn’t trade
This fucking dog got me halfway up again
Running in circles—but I wouldn’t trade
Yeah I’m already on my way
This fucking dog
Yeah I forgot again
Five trips upstairs
Now I’m back again
Seatbelt missing
Chair in my hand
Somehow I’m still
The logistics man
You said “it’s fine”
Didn’t even blink
And somehow that
Changed the way I think
Running in circles—but I wouldn’t trade
Seatbelt, dog, and s’mores getting made
Running in circles—but I wouldn’t trade
Yeah I complain but I’m already on my way
Running in circles—but I wouldn’t trade
Glow sticks lighting up everything we made
Running in circles—but I wouldn’t trade
Guess this chaos is the price I gladly pay
Putting up a tent
Yeah I’m kinda stoned
Missing half the parts
Still calling it my own
Poles in backwards
Nothing lines up right
But we’re laughing anyway
In the middle of the night
Sticky fingers, marshmallow glue
(S’mores, bitches) yeah that’ll do
Feels like I’m fixing up a broken ship
Every little task just another trip
Like the Falcon barely holding tight
But it still jumps into light
Not saving galaxies, not that kind of fight
Just holding this together every night
And somewhere between the mess and spark
You’re the light inside the dark
Running in circles—but I wouldn’t trade
Seatbelt, dog, and s’mores getting made
Running in circles—but I wouldn’t trade
Yeah I complain but I still don’t fade
Running in circles—but I wouldn’t trade
Looking at you and the life we made
Running in circles—but I wouldn’t trade
Yeah… I wouldn’t trade
Yeah…
I’ll go get the dog
