I Wrote a Thing

You come bursting in, tired of running in circles again.
And under your skin is the only place where I really fit in.
we can never win, so why not just jump in?
And swim away, through all that remains of the day.
We'll be okay, as long as we can get far away.

Why can't we just be?
Happy and free,
maybe that's too easy.
It's you and me,
and these places to go and these people to see.

But everyone sees just a little bit different,
their vision's clouded by their own intent.
And we're never content.