Hanging around

I wonder what it's like seeing through your eyes You've offered me to have a try but I was always late The filters that I use give me an excuse I take away what's real I feel it and it blows my fuse I hang around for another round I'm hanging around for another round I'm hanging on to the same old song I hang around for another round Until something stops me I wonder what it's like walking by your side To think before I talk and to move at the same speed as you walk I want to have a weight to keep me in your state I'm watching from above I love it but it's not for me