Circulation By Jonah Mutono
My friends never let me forget
They always fill in
The same old blanks
Lord knows how gossip is spread
When you’re hiding in my bed
Mile on mile
you’re the end and beginning
Fast midnights
can be so unforgiving but
daydreaming in my regret
we are closer than we’ve been
We lost touch and tune
But I got love for you
Hold me tight and cruel
I don’t care much for circulation
Circulation
Why don’t we run for the fence
to far-off lands
where the sighs won’t blow
and we’ll let our bodies pretend
that we’re not cold in this snow
Trapped in between
every skin every linen
wrapped so tight
that it’s probably forbidden
I swear that wherever we bend
that I’ll still want you the most
We lost touch and tune
But I got my love for you
Hold me tight and cruel
I don’t care much for circulation
Circulation
We lost heart and hue
blood will rush and rouge
and I’ll be as bright as you
I don’t need much
Circulation
