Line

You clutch in, holding your breath
Every time that you spin your wheels up
I was looking to see you get stuck
You offer up some of your things
Nothing anyone would miss and
You wouldn't wanna come back and get

So dress them up
And make it hard for me to find
Buy a little time

Fireworks and copper wire
In the barn behind
Motor oil stains
On cloth that you dyed
I'm climbing just to hang
On top of your line

Maroon and gold on your head
Something they wanna point their eyes at
I just couldn't be pretty like that
A dull knot in my stomach again
From swallowing it
So why wouldn't it?

So while we’re up
I'll just unfold and let you cover up
Unravel to your code

Why'd you stir the pot this time?
What'd you wanna find?
Either way you would go on
I walk around your woods
And burn a pile
To make it obviously bright
I caught you in your lie
Right?