You don't wanna go crazy with me
I don't wanna go crazy on my own
Save me, it's the middle of the night
Give me a little bit of foresight
I'm on a losing streak
I'm on my childhood street
Getting lost, there's no time
Simple nursery rhyme, and it goes
"Old MacDonald had our best interests in mind"
But, you keep ganging up on everyone
Open your eyes, I've come around to that
They built a roundabout
We went to Wendy's after church
When I knew you better, it still hurt
I've come around to that
They built a roundabout
Round and roundabout
You look so freezing cold
You started doing what you're told
Quick recap of what you did
Everything that made you the shit
Biggest regrets of my whole life
Still ring like traditions where the sun don't shine
Christmas and New Year's are too close
Those few days in the middle there rock the boat
If we could just take a few more steps back
I'd sit passenger side holding the map
Yet that would be way too close
You'd tell me deep dark secrets all night
You'd be like
"This old man,
He played one,
He played two,
He played three,
He played four,
He played five,
He played six,
He played seven,"
I've come around to that
They built a roundabout
That's what you hire movers for
I know that all that moving gets so sore
I've come around to that
They built a roundabout
Spread in between two igneous rocks
Between two counties, take my mind off of Mars
I've never said no to that
They built a roundabout
Round and roundabout