And Yet We Both Remain On The Plane

Pliers prying for attention
Rusty little liars
Starting fires

Scared straight
Swam straight down the straight
Wrapped up in butchers paper
Playing with a busted bottle
Of bootleg
Tapes
All
Taped up
I'm trying so hard to wake up

She is
Tightly wound and
In her head
She is
Bound in twine

And yet
She walks so well along the line
But I can't keep my balance.