tangents.

there's a little piece of history that im holding on to
it's like signals from a tower
reeling me into reception
and i become a puppet to its strings
once im inside my eyes are focused unwillingly
on time frames and phone calls
like tangets off a circle
you spin me off the edge
until the strings are disconnected
and im in a dead zone
lost with no service

i need to get hold of you
because you're holding onto me