Crop Circles

When did our apartment turn to ruins on an island? Where lovers used to live, but they've been gone for quite some time and Cards and clothes are artifacts and clues we left behind and Oh, I do not know, I do not know (In case you fuckin' forgot) When did all the passion turn to numbers and statistics? I've been tryna grasp it, but it's all just hieroglyphics (in case you fuckin' forgot) We tried a little space, but we flew too far to fix it Oh, I do not know, I do not know I said oh, I do not know, I do not know I do not know, I do not know I do not know, I do not know When did thoughts of wedding rings Become just stranger things? I'm in the upside down We used to dance around the apartment Now our footprints in the carpet are just crop circles, crop circles When did our vibration turn to awkward bits of friction? (In case you fuckin' forgot) When did our vacation turn to fossils and to fiction? (In case you fuckin' forgot) All we do is fight, and now we can't break the addiction Oh, I do not know, I do not know I said oh, I do not know, I do not know I do not know, I do not know I do not know, I do not know When did thoughts of wedding rings Become just stranger things? I'm in the upside down We used to dance around the apartment Now our footprints in the carpet are just crop circles, crop (When did) In case you fuckin' forgot In case you fuckin' forgot (when did) In case you fuckin' forgot In case you fuckin' forgot In case you fuckin' forgot --- Crop Circles - Jon Bellion