A 2 pm morning I'm greeting
the end of meaning.
Open my mind just a crack, and
look what crawls in.
Now I'm trying to keep my head above your dead pool, deep end.

I sold myself in
in on the joke of the spin.
But this burned-in cynical grin
is fading again.

Turning the hooks to catch nothing,
I'm let off.
You live in your head and love no-one,
at all.
Spotlit marks for your self-styled
comic book sharpshooter
blind spots before.

I sold myself in
in on the joke of the spin.
Now this burned-in cynical grin
is fading again.

Peeling those tired eyes
to steal and refine some sleek pitch line.
Wide of the mark, pressed to define
Connect the dots,
line by line.


Lyrics submitted by slk32

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