Spinning Thread - Into It. Over It.

Talk about something new

I’m goddamn desperate

I’m fucking begging you

In a test of recorded afternoons, you’ve changed

To an «A» for effort beside the city train

Just spinning wheels spinning thread and my spinning head

Behold a glimpse of the nights you’re guarding

And holding back

There’s a panic button to start the heart attack

It’s the «new you» per your suggestion

Mostly sad instead

Inner monologue ingestion

Curse it off again

Just spinning wheels spinning thread and my spinning head

A conversation forced into becoming such a chore

Appearing cold and careless

To keep me on the up and out

Since I’ve been writing books you’ve sewn the binding

An obligation stitched between careers

But you’ve been seaming like a stranger

I could try for the sake of trying

You could try to say I’m wrong

Or we could fail at the hands of us failing

I can rarely bite my tongue for too long

You heard it’s better left unspoken

And you heard it’s better left alone

But what the hell do you know?

I know how we get, we get distracted

And I know how you are

A single shot of whiskey, toast the battle scars

I know it’s a common cause for thicker skin

I know the mourning stage is over, I know I’m right again

Just spinning wheels spinning thread and my spinning head

A conversation forced into becoming such a chore

Appearing cold and careless

To keep me on the up and out

Since I’ve been writing books you’ve sewn the binding

An obligation stitched between careers

But you’re still seaming like a stranger

You keep on seeming like a stranger