I Sold Myself In

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.

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



Credits
Writer(s): J. Robbins, Pete Moffett
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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