Frank Hamilton - Circles

I woke up in a messy house.
I woke up with a messy head.
There's always something to figure out,
It's getting me down while I'm still in bed.

This street, this town
This life spins round
I wanna know you
I don't even know myself

This house, this room
This life I choose
Trying to love you
Trying to like myself

We're too young to have figured it out
We're old enough to know better
There's always something to turn it round
The circles last forever
Oh the circles last forever

This street, this town
This life spins round
Trying to get you,
Trying to forget myself

This house, this room
This life we choose
Trying to love you
Trying to like myself

It's hard to love you, it's hard to love myself
Hard to love myself
It's hard it love you, it's hard to love myself
Hard to love myself
It's hard to love you, it's hard to love myself
Hard to love myself