circle's got me going fucking around.

She's wearing too much lipstick tonight
The little black dress a little too tight
She tries to make small talk but
it drips with spite She knows that he's
coming; it's really all right
Nobody here could know how she feels.
Not getting drunk and she hates
wearing heels She tries to stand but the room
seems to bend and reel Her friends all keep
asking why can't she just deal

If she spins fast enough than maybe the
broken pieces of her heart will stay together
But ain't no gyroscope can spin forever,
yeah. If she spins fast enough than maybe
the broken pieces of her heart will stay together
But ain't no gyroscope can spin forever, yeah.

He says it's over and it's such a relief
It's finally happened and he's
making his peace All the reminders don't
bother him in the least The Jekyll and Hyde
shit will finally cease.

His eyes on fire and his hands
kind of shake Like his voice is ready
to break You kind of wonder how
long this boy's been awake
Or how much less sense one person can make.

Happiness is such hard work,
and it gets harder every day
And it can kill you, but no one wants
to be that tacky about it, yea
If you spin fast enough than maybe the broken
pieces of your heart will stay together
But some things I've seen lately make me doubt it.

--GYROSCOPE, THE DISMEMBERMENT PLAN.