You told me that what goes around,
Always comes around
No matter what.
And when I told you that you were wrong,
You laughed and
Told me I’d understand someday.
Eighteen years later here we are,
Both a little older,
And both a little wiser.
Like two kites we drifted:
We let the wind take us
Wherever it liked.
And I figured I’d never get
Tangled up in you ever again.
But I was wrong and you were right.
I came back to you in the end,
Just like some piece of bad karma,
I came around full circle.
You have a gravity I can’t seem to break,
Just another moon stuck in your orbit.