Spinning

Daylight pried up every lazy eye

And leaves a vacant one to stare

Worn too long you let your tongue grow sour

And speak in ransom notes again

Found yourself inside a goldmine

You keep diggin

Made your slumber through these longish hours

As they keep on tugging on your leash

Spoiled and sick of all your pills and powders

But you keep your regimen

Threw yourself into a notepad

You keep scribbling

Keep pretending that your old lies are worth spinning

One day everything will be undone

The veil is torn off of your face

Decomposing in your fleeting arms

As it meets its final fate

Get your head out of the flowers

Quit your sniffling

Keep pretending that your own lies

Are worth spinning

Neighbors keep complaining that your mornings are their nights

Papers all in order and your baby's in the trunk

Neighbors keep complaining that your mornings are their nights

Papers all in order and your baby's in the trunk