WRONG CIRCLE

Staring over my back to trace a fading line

I don't know where I am

No shape, no second try

Pick up the phone

The little death is all I want

To be alone

To shake myself awake at night

Stretching out and thin, I feel the pull from under

Sink into a spin and never react

Ran all the way home

I want to believe in another life

The one we're meant to be in

If hell is a mirror

Then I can't pretend I mean it

And when you're gone I'll keep the light on like we were together