You don’t belong in any place you’ve been.
I used to dream of all the things we’d do.
The end is always coming, never seen.
I keep mistaking other girls for you.
You might have meant return, you bought one way.
The road you travelled is the road ahead.
The more you see the less there is to say.
You haven’t understood a thing I’ve said.
Wherever you were heading, you’re now here.
I used to think you made my life complete.
One thing’s apparent: nothing is made clear.
A simple twist and start and finish meet.