I could spin some lines about life
being something other than an alarm sounding,
something concretely exquisite.

In the next line I could spin the story
of how I lost my anal virginity in a church parking lot.

You wouldn't care about the difference,
yet you'd still manage to hang me above
your headboard as you fuck a girl you thought reminded you
of someone I used to be.

Yeah, I get it, but I'll still sit here and spin.

01/22/2007