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