Does a circle split in half and meet its ends upon the path?
Am I a whole missing its middle, are you the answer to my empty riddle
The empty riddle or empty space meets on my stomach and knots in place
It reminds me your gone it reminds me Im missing
It makes me think of those lips Im so used to kissing
Kissing and rolling, spinning around
We rotated the earth we roamed the ground.
Forever joined, forever fused
We were sliced we were sewn, we were sorely misused.
So I stumble and fumble and crawl in the path
some day soon I want to find my half