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