Spun Out Testo

Out on the ledge
The worst temptation
The great summation
Ensues
The razor's edge
Test my patience
Retaliation
Was it worth it at all?

Number 9, on a cloud Seven rings, looking down
At the flames, and the crowds
Made my ears ring so loud
Sorrow compounds
Watch the news helicopters spin out

Open the fridge
My emancipation
Proclamation
French rose
I'll make a wish
I'm a kid with cancer
I'm out to pasture
It was spring for a day

Twenty-one, in a bar, just sixteen with a card
Putting cracks, in my heart
Makes it all fall apart
It was doomed, from the start
All the house and the strobe lights went dark
I couldn't save you
I can relate to
Nabokov's virtue
Or love's interchangeable parts