Pincushion

Spinning thread around your fingers Weaving your life like spider silk An iridescent feeling lingers Oh, where to store that silver sharp edged guilt? Hemming the edges little by little Until they start to wear and fray Oh, how the quiet's so very brittle Need somewhere to hide this piercing pain You could leave it in your house to stew Wrapping around, wrapping around Wrapping around, wrapping around Running stitch around your room Tie it down, tie it down Tie it down, tie it down Or without their admission In another, you bury your conviction Pincushion Pincushion Repairing the stitches you unraveled By ignoring them until you forget Your tapestry is one quite well travelled Hung by only the most inept If you're left in the house to stew Wrapping around, wrapping around Wrapping around, wrapping around A wave of emotion starts to consume Tie it down, tie it down Tie it down, tie it down So in desperation In another, you bury your conviction Pincushion Pincushion