Wallowing

Don't you know that's bad for business?
Hearing the slip in your tongue
Don't you know there's no way out?
From this never ending carnival
A point of view
Amid all the dots that form this way
There's something old
But it will bend us tight tomorrow
I'm always searching for something that's never really there
Don't you know it's the whole world that's right?
Even if bells and whistles don't make it
I'm sure something will
On the contrary, I miss my time
The one that went by
And that's stored today in some far away corner
In my head
I miss what should have been and should have not been
But, on the contrary, it never was
I miss a lot of things
I miss myself