WRONG CIRCLE

Staring over my back To trace a fading line I don’t know where I am No shape, no second try Pick up the phone The little death is all I want To be alone To shake myself awake at night Stretching out and thin I feel the pull from under Sink into a spin And never react Ran all the way home I want to believe in another life The one we’re meant to be in If hell is a mirror then I can’t pretend I mean it And when you’re gone I’ll keep the light on like we were together