What's defining all of us when we've been living room by room
and dealing with the push and shoving all again?
What's dividing all of us as if the fear of being judged
Or just the walls we're busy building up again?
We spend our lives living under a microscope
With people we barely know
If you're looking close from far enough away
Then we might look like dots moving around in circles
If you're feeling lost and you stare on enough
It almost seems like you can just connect the dots!
Everyone keeps bumping in circling and wearing thin
and dealing with the push and shoving all again
I've seen him a hundred times, he doesn't notice I'm alive
He's busy with the walls he's building up again
We spend our lives living under a microscope
With people we barely know
If you're looking close from far enough away
Then we might look like dots moving around in circles
If you're feeling lost and you stare on enough
It almost seems like you can just connect those dots
And if you watch this in a certain light you'll notice
We might look like dots just living side by side!
If you're looking close from far enough away
Then we might look like dots moving around in circles
If you're feeling lost and you stare on enough
It almost seems like you can just connect those dots
And if you watch this in a certain light you'll notice
We might look like dots just living side by side!
What's dividing all of us again?