Neruda

You hang out in my head a lot Find your fun in stealing spots Your spiral on Neruda keeps it closed Play with every kind of green Though lips of red colour the scene Dust dances on the light you're standing under Stare sometimes at pretty lines Paint yourself as one of them Hoped a hunch would change your mind Spiral is round your neck again You hang out in my head a lot Find your fun in stealing spots Your spiral on Neruda keeps it closed Make your way through every night I break your fast, you break my stride Dust dances on the light you're standing under Stare sometimes at pretty lines Paint yourself as one of them I hoped a hunch would change your mind Spiral is round your neck again Tend to linger over you I lend my verse, bend my notes Till broken just to mend them At second glance, I see your lines Paint myself as one of them No parting prose, no part we chose Your spiral's fallen off your ears