Cut-Outs

Circumstances now have got you talking in circles.
They incriminate your vows and ‘x’ your eyes
And never let you down as they hold you at the throat
At the end of every rope, you know

What it means to be cut out, cut up, cut off

Circumstances now have got you breathing in past tense
Retracing your footsteps in hopes you’ll find
A savior that can tell you if you even have a soul
Or a rope on which to hang your hopes
Just to find, Just to know
You find, you know

What it means to be cut out, cut up, cut off

 

Written by Dan McCurry (BMI / Apartment A)