Spilt Needles

I've earned myself an impossible crime

Had to paint myself a hole and fall inside

If it's far enough in sight and rhyme

I get to wear another dress and count in time

Oh, won't you do me the favor, man?

Of forgiving my, polymorphing opinion here

And your vague outline

I'll find myself another burning gate

A pretty face, a vague idea I can't relate

And this is what you get for pulling pins

Out of the hole inside the hole you're in

It's like I'm perched on the handlebars

Of a blind man's bike

No straws to grab, just the rushing wind

On a rolling mind

La la la la la

They'll want you to decide, eventually it happens

Some gather on one side, with all their pearly snapping

They'll close the basement door, it sets our teeth to chatter

You never saw it before, but now that hardly matters

You're old enough, boy

Too many summers you've enjoyed

So spin the wheel, we'll set you up with some odd convictions

'Cause you're finally golden, boy

It's like I'm perched on the handle bars

Of a blind man's bike

No straws to grab, just the rushing wind

On a rolling mind