Ceschi - Rowing in Circles lyrics

It seems hopeless floating on
This winding river
It seems that I'll never get
To where I'll lay
Oh so softly on a bed head on a pillow
Know the road can make a man forget his age
Touch me baby till I forget my own name
Touch me gently on the head
Or through the veins
I've been rowing 'round in circles 50 days
I've been rowing 'round in circles 50 days

Forget about it money come, money go
Hustling hard trying to paint plastic gold
Happy in my Connecticut hole
Got that Hemingway shotgun to
The head swagger though
Sometimes feel like a jaded mess
I'm the ashes of David Koresh or less
Tangled in webs
Even at my best there will never be
An S emblazoned on my chest so what's next?
So what's next?

It seems hopeless floating on
This winding river
It seems that I'll never get
To where I'll lay
Oh so softly on a bed, head on a pillow
Know the road can make a man forget his age
I've been rowing 'round in circles 50 days
I've been rowing 'round in circles 50 days

Money come, money go
Many men make many mistakes over money though
That's the road
Always surrounded but still alone
Spent my last dime trying to
Live in a musical
Never lost sight of my goals
But it's so cold
With rats crawling into your home
That clichéd cloud over my head is so real
My Grandmother's death was so real
I'm so fake
Ten cop guns to my head were so fake
Can't feel a goddamn thing, but I'm awake
Will I ever learn from
These stupid fucking mistakes?
Rowing in circles trying to
Turn ponds to lakes i'm so me so bored of it
Bullet in my mouth spit out ornaments
Was I really born for this shit
Or will I be torn to bit's
By a swarm of regrets is that it?