I keep falling down,
in the breeze my thoughts just come unwound.
When you’re pulling away I’m on my knees in the dark feeling my way.
With you in my bed all my broken words can stay unsaid.
Caught in a wheel.
Caught in a wheel and still alive.
You can make repairs to the perfect if you want to,
and with great care you can bring it to ruins.
The cracks in the floor,
the break that’s in store for every moment hiding.
The lines on my face, the holes un-replaced;
no map for the one we climbed in.
Caught in a wheel and pressed inside.
I’m living well from underneath.
I’ll take it all and make them see.
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