CopyPat and Certain are "Going in Circles"

[Certain]

I've been uninspired, forcing smiles through my grinding teeth.
There's a set of empty pill bottles trying to find some sleep.
But I'll keep shaking, prying tops off with a drooling hydrant lockjaw,
and the only cure: to get my rocks off and into my grimy sock drawer.
It's fucking pathetic, no point crowning a pretense.
Life got flipped, turned upside down and drowned in the deep end.

I be in town every weekend, I’m way too lazy for hot springs
And just lounge in the evenings, ’cause chasing ladies’ exhausting
I aim to fake I’m belonging but it’s surely mere jokes
And ain’t the same with the parties cause I’m thirty years old
And now that I’m the boss I don’t want no changes so..
How can I be lost when I got no place to go?

And I haven't gone anywhere; my life's in stasis.
My time is wasted. Spineless. Basic. Blind to faces.
These blurred lines can shapeshift.
Every stride is aimless. Horizon-chasing but confined in matrix.
I'll ride the waiver wire, though I'm hopeful to pass through the first cut.
These wounds don't spurt blood, but they also don't scab.

Aimless wonderer… career non-career haver
Makes me ponder with a beer on the pier after
A long day of shit, what a wrong way to live
Jobs make me sick but i just wanna make it rich
It’s just a yearly little chore cause i don’t all the way commit
And the fear of being bored is what always makes me quit.