Into It. Over It. - Spinning Thread

Talk about something new, I'm goddamn desperate
I'm fucking begging you
In a test of recorded afternoons, you've changed to an "A" for effort beside the city train
Just spinning wheels spinning thread and my spinning head

Behold a glimpse of the nights you're guarding and holding back
There's a panic button to start the heart attack
It's the "new you" per your suggestion, mostly sad instead
Inner monologue suggestion, curse it off again

Just spinning wheels spinning thread and my spinning head
A conversation forced into becoming such a chore
Appearing cold and careless to keep me on the up and out
Since I've been writing books you've sewn the binding
An obligation stitched between careers
That you've been seaming like a stranger

I've been trying for the sake of trying, you could try to say I'm wrong
Or we could fail at the hands of us failing, I can rarely bite my tongue for too long
You heard it's better left unspoken and you heard it's better left alone
But what the hell do you know?

I know how we get, we get distracted, and I know how you are
A single shot of whiskey, toast the battle scars
I know it's a common cause for thicker skin
I know the mourning stage is over, I know I'm right again

Just spinning wheels spinning thread and my spinning head
A conversation forced into becoming such a chore
Appearing cold and careless to keep me on the up and out
Since I've been writing books you've sewn the binding
An obligation stitched between careers
That you're still seaming like a stranger
You keep on seeming like a stranger