I packed a bag and the train's on the track
Don't like where we're headed, so I face the back
Stare at a man with a book in his hand
'Bout the trees in Japan and I think to myself
Am I a leaf or the roots on the ground?
Take on the seasons or spiralling down?
Lately it feels like a merry go round
I'm sick of the sound, kinda sick of the sound

It's like
I think breathing's overrated
Sick of standing still and waiting
For the moment I figure it out
I want off of this
Merry-go, merry-go
Round
Round

If I was smarter, I'd go be a doctor
If I was dumber, I'd sit at the altar
Blame on my problems and questions on God
I know I'd get pissed when he doesn't respond
But it's no one's fault that I'm feeling stuck
Holding on to things that I no longer love
Who will I be when the carousel stops?
Spinning forever just isn't enough

It's like
I think breathing's overrated
Sick of standing still and waiting
For the moment I figure it out
I want off of this
Merry-go, merry-go
Round (I want off of this)
Round (Get me off of this)
For the moment I figure it out
I want off of this
Merry-go, merry-go

I want off of this
Get me off of this
I want off of this
Merry-go, merry-go
Round