The moons have me running around in circles
Pacing in my pristine cage
I’m walking myself
I’m wearing myself out

One foot frays the end of the cosmic leash
One hand reaches towards the stars
One foot keeps heading toward a stocked refrigerator
One hand caresses my arm wishing for a scar

And my heart is caught in a whirlwind of motion
And my heart , its cries are overpowered by the whims of my body
I’ve been held hostage by forces that I’ve yet to see
And when I do I’ll spit in their outstretched hands.


I’m wearing a hole in my carpet
Maybe its my subconscious telling me to travel
One day I’ll look down and see china
And curse my feet for making a looking glass so small

I’m wearing a hole in my heart.
Mistakenly I think it is my stomach so I try to keep it full
I want things that I have never had
My hands wont touch any fabric familiar
My body wont lie where a spot is worn in
My mouth wont kiss what my lips have always known

I’m stuck in my room
I’m stuck in my room
I’m stuck in my want.
I’m stuck.

Remove me from this ping pong game of destiny
Remove from your address book and I will burn mine
Remove this hideous shade of want from my fingernails.
I don’t know though
Its starting to grow on me.

The moons have me running around in circles
Pacing in my pristine cage
I’m walking myself
I’m wearing myself out