Statehood Still Spinning
Complex twisting of words to even the score
Eyes glare intently in hopes to find a cure
ironic sensibilities keep our conversations bleak
hiding the venom underneath
Jab, slash, and undercuts - delivered quick and clean
Smell of mildew, floor boards groan from age
I'm failing at this game of reading your mind
So tell me, what was it you wanted to talk about
Because I'm spinning round and round it (you)
The changes that you bring are far and few between
Glances we exchange, down halls, and past window panes
I'm failing at the game of reading your mind So tell me,
what was it you wanted to talk about
Because I'm spinning round and round it (you)
Tragedy, Tragedy
Keeps me spinning, keeps me spinning
sitting in my cubicle
sweating out the alcohol
sucking on my fourth borrowed Tylenol