i draw a line in my life singing this is the new way i behave now & actually live by the shape of that sound circle in the back of my throat spinning in my head & 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 a w a y