You said
“This is the last time”
Same couch
Same coat on the chair
Same cracked cup by the sink
You trace the rim
Like you’re drawing a circle
I bite my tongue
’till it tastes like old arguments
Ouroboros
We eat our own promise
Every goodbye
Turns into “come over”
Ouroboros
Your name on my shoulder
I keep spinning
Keep spinning
While we swallow each other
Your keys in the bowl by the doorway
You always leave them
Then say you “forgot”
We talk in half-finished sentences
You take my hand
Just to drop it on the way to bed
Ouroboros
We eat our own promise
Every goodbye
Turns into “come over”
Ouroboros
Your name on my shoulder
I keep spinning
Keep spinning
While we swallow each other
How do we stop
When the start is the ending
Your breath in my ear
Says “we’re not done yet”
I dream of a line
That doesn’t bend back to you
But I wake in your arms
And we begin again
Ouroboros
We eat our own promise
Every goodbye
Turns into “come over”
Ouroboros
Your name on my shoulder
I keep spinning
Keep spinning
While we swallow each other (yeah)
I keep spinning
Keep spinning
While we swallow each other