Let It Spin Out

I’m giving up my phone
Same familiar
Let the flagpole groan
This winter is a killer
He’s clutching damp letters
In the spastic floodlight
Better to be alone
Than indulging this shortsight
I’m giving up my home
There’s breathing at the dial tone
There’s breathing at the dial tone
Never should have tried on mama’s veil of tears
Leave it to the moths and the cruelest years
It’s caught up in your knots and snarls
Like it’s got teeth
Easier to wear the thing than tame the beast
I’m giving up my phone
Same familiar
She shudders as she moans
You can’t protect her
Soon the line goes dark
Unbind the fasces
A smattering of numbers
Ten thousand lashes
I’m giving up my phone
Dead end at the dial tone
Dead end at the dial tone
Sleep training cosmonauts
Confessing in morse code
Last one standing carries the load
Baking with feathers, rising slow
Crawling through calendars
Cracking your head on the window
And just like that
Undone the gamut
A friendly maniac
Shining the light back
Snip the tipping point
Withhold the ointment
Back to what’s the point
Shining the light back, light back, light back
Let it spin out, let it spin out
Let it spin out, let it spin out