TALKING IN CIRCLES
by Mark Heard.
I paint a self-portrait poorly
But I'll sell it to you pretty cheap
I'll gather up all my tears and pour them at your feet
If camaraderie melts like a crayon
Then indifference spreads like a rash
One minute and all your dreams
Can turn themselves to trash

And I go talking in circles
Wind my words around you
I go talking in circles
Spinning like winter wheels
Reeling like a drunken fool

I could swear that we're swimming in the workweek
Deep divers to treasureless wrecks
Throwing punches at hammerhead sharks
That's breathing down our necks
Let's go to the movies or something
Before time gets the best of us both
And we resemble those bitter old souls
We swore we'd never become

And I go talking in circles
Wind my words around you
I go talking in circles
Spinning like winter wheels
Reeling like a drunken fool

There was something you said in the kitchen
Not much but there was something in your voice
And I was thinking that we could stand to get out a little more
Knee-deep in this town like a tar pit
Work harder and deeper you go
Lie in wait for some genius to come excavate our bones

And I go talking in circles
Wind my words around you
I go talking in circles
Spinning like winter wheels
Reeling like a drunken fool
 

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