Ouroboros

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