merry go round

A song is like a quarrel in which no one remembers how it started, but both know how it will end. Spoiler alert: it won't end again. One will just slam the door, and in a couple of hours will return, because they can't help themselves.

It's like a merry-go-round with no off switch: scenes, breaks for passion, declarations of ‘that's it, enough’ and silent returns with a burger in a bag. Their heads have long since parted ways. Their hearts are still in a one-room flat for two.

A track for those who have broken up a hundred times but still can't walk past without touching each other's shoulders. Because being together is difficult. But without each other, it's even worse.