Merry Go Round

I could sit here all night
Listening to your song rip me up, tear me down
But it's not happening
On the merry go round, they call it life

Am I the patron saint of lost causes?
Hoping for dreams I can never have?
Tell me I'm not, please tell me I'm not
Cos I'm feeling like such an eternal dot

On this everchanging landscape
Am I ever gonna get it right?
Riding around on this merry go round
They call if life, they call it life

I wrote Merry Go Round a few days ago, whilst sitting in my room listening to Anberlin's new album Cities. In essence it's a general lamentation on life, which is my recent mood.