Loop (Loom)

that music was moving through the hot air like a train
that those eyes glared at me through;
i kept moving and i walked all the way to you
with blisters on my feet and a heavy heart
and my eyes down and my hands clasped
in prayer
i don't want to cry or drink with you;
or fuck you.
I don't want that song on loop for me to make the same mistakes
let those words fall like rain
that dusty path has been tread and i will never
leave this spot again if you refrain from those words
those words those words those words
i don't want them spat on my shoes
or left swinging around a blue bar
whilst i'm swigging from the whisky jar
and thinking I have nothing to lose
you can walk away for nothing
i walk straight back into
the loop