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 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 (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