Trajectory

Say how you feel Timings never perfect You feel obliged to stay But i'm content just waiting The weight of the times Is something so heavy it's circular (Work is straight, the pain)? Turn it into something so delusional So much more than reason I never did know How to survive in this made up jail Turn the pages slowly I always take my time Finally shake it off Finally shake it off Some kind of disease Tends to leave me thinkin Runnin back To a familiar place I was built for the rain above me But it's too late it's part of my trajectory Turn the pages slowly I always take my time Finally shake it off Oh and Finally shake it off