Spinning Wheel

I’m seeing stars

Didn’t look away fast enough

Guess you left your mark

When I lose it I’ll send my regards

It’s like I’m anchored to the round-a-bout

That spinning wheel at the playground

And you get closer with every cycle

Getting off becomes consequential

I wait for the punch

But you keep your mouth shut

I wish you would scream at me

At least then I could say a few things

I was ready on sight

But you brought a ghost to a fist fight

I still fantasize it constantly

I miss New England

The smell of summer in Boston

And living in a vacuum

When getting older was fun

And so were you

I had a plan

But every round I’m dealt a bad hand

I got nothing I’m playing on tilt

And I can’t seem to sit still

I’ll never be done

Cause I can’t keep my mouth shut

I wish you’d just scream at me

Cause honestly I probably

Oh I just want validation

Say I’m just as bad as one of the Mansons

Bet you fantasize it constantly