Spinning

You
You were
In a public bathroom
Somewhere in a mall in manchester

Up north
In a stall
Barefoot
Balling your eyes out

And you
Escorted by the cops
No shoes no socks
To the car in the lot
Where they told your mother that you’d not
Made it to the roof on account of the lock
Attached to the door that keeps you from the top

And I was spinning
I was spinning
I was spinning
I was spinning in our room

And you, you were
You were who I was
When my reflection broke down in the mirror
Sobbing up my guts like I was trying to get the past out

And you, you were who I was
When it all became clear
That of all the routes I took
There was one I couldn’t get out

And I was spinning
I was spinning
I was spinning
I was spinning
I was
I was
I was
I was spinning

You were
You were who I was
You were who I was
You were who I was