"I Sold Myself In" lyrics - BURNING AIRLINES

BURNING AIRLINES
"I Sold Myself In"

A 2 pm morning I'm greeting,
The end of meaning.
Open my mind just a crack,
And look what crawls in.
Now I'm trying to keep my head above,
Your dead pool,
Deep end.

I sold myself in;
In on the joke of the spin,
But this burned-in cynical grin
Is fading again.

Turning the hooks to catch nothing,
I'm let off.
You live in your head and love no-one,
At all.
Spotlit marks for your self-styled,
Comic book sharpshooter.
Blind spots before.

I sold myself in;
In on the joke of the spin.
Now this burned-in cynical grin,
Is fading again.

Peeling those tired eyes,
To steal and refine some sleek pitch line.
Wide of the mark, pressed to define.
Connect the dots,
Line by line.

I sold myself in;
In on the joke of the spin.
Now this burned-in cynical grin,
Is fading again.