Dizzy
Tim Atlas
Yes, I know it’s hard
To believe anything i have to say
But I’ll show my cards
That I play just to get through the maze
Oh my stomachs upset
& I’m feeling dizzy
We go back & forth like a swing-set
When you’re not around
I want you with me
I don’t mind the wear & tear
Building castles in the
Air
You make me toss & turn
Feels like a mechanical drop
I’m concerned
With myself & how I like the burn
I’ll skip the turn
I could give a shit
If your phone is ringin
Forget about the church
I hear the choir singin
Choir singin