Rings

I draw a line in my life
Singing this is the new way I behave now
And actually live by the shape of that sound

Circle in the back of my throat
Spinning in my head and on my pillow
Telling you things you don’t need to know
Letting you know I trust you so much

Then I’m looking at you, you through the lights
A circle blinking in the tungsten
Wondering how I seem to you
Forgetting the words I’m singing for you

Am I forgetting how it felt?
You were sleeping with your rings on
Cardinal wings in the early morning
Waking up to a metaphor forming

I draw a line in my skin
I’m pinning down inchoate meaning
Mark me right below the ampersand
Perforate line dry summer on my own land

Then it circulates around town
Do I double down because I’m stubborn?
The needle on the phonographic sound
You’re digging it up as soon as it’s drawn down

Am I forgetting how it felt?
If you sing along do I remember?
Mark this feeling in the simplest shape
Let me finally let it fall away
Away