Time is a Wheel in Constant Motion

My mind is like an over crowded room
There's too much stuff
And none of it's in the right place
I am a pack rat for memories
I collect them and throw them on the floor
And eventually they have been adding up
So that I can't sort through them anymore
There's your face, you name, all over the carpet
Us on the beach was left on the couch
When I was too exhausted from tears to put it on the top shelf
That pedestal I bought for you still stands strong
It's the first thing I see when I open my eyes in the morning
But all these memories keep playing in my head
Like a never ending movie
And I can't pause it for long enough to enjoy the moment
So when friends come knocking on the door
Asking to borough something
I don't know what to do with myself
Cause I can never find what I need inside
So I don't open the door at all
What's the point of allowing them in
When I can never give them what they were looking for
All these moments, years of them lying all over the place
And still diction is left outside
With no way to explain what I mean
So don't ask me to tell you how it feels
Because I can't put that into words
My head is like a Ferris wheel
Around and around and I'll still end up here
The same place, the same day, I've been through this before
I cling on to reoccurring cycles
And this mess I live in can never be understood