Spun Out

Out on the ledge, the worst temptation The great summation ensues The razor's edge, test my patience Retaliation, was it worth it at all? Number 9 on a cloud Seven rings looking down At the flames and the crowds Made my ears ring so loud Sorrow compounds Watch the news helicopters spin out Open the fridge My emancipation Proclamation French rose I’ll make a wish I'm a kid with cancer I'm out to pasture It was spring for a day Twenty-one in a bar Just sixteen with a card Putting cracks in my heart Makes it all fall apart It was doomed from thе start All the house and the strobе lights went dark I couldn’t save you I can relate to Nabokov's virtue Or love's interchangeable parts