The Geometry of Unsold Hoodies

[Intro]
[Verse]
The cotton is cold
The story is old
The fabric I hold
Is beginning to mold
My thumb hits the thread
Like something I said
The logo is crooked
And I am just hooked
[Verse]
Shadows on the wall
Watching them all
The opener is loud
Ignoring the crowd
They want a medium
End of the tedium
I reach for the tape
There is no escape
[Break]
[Verse]
Gas station coffee breath
Tastes like a slow death
The van has a dent
Where the money went
I’m folding the grief
Into a small leaf
The fabric is soft
Looking aloft
[Interlude]
[Verse]
The needle is sharp
Playing a metal harp
Unsold records in a box
Like heavy concrete blocks
But the groove is deep
While the city will sleep
One day this will end
My only true friend
[Build-up]
[Verse]
I’ll sell every shirt
Even if it will hurt
I’m the queen of the table
In this concrete stable
The fuzz starts to crack
There’s no turning back
I AM THE COTTON
NEVER FORGOTTEN
[Verse]
Stitch by stitch
Life is a glitch
The Farfisa moans
In hollow tones
I see the dust
And the iron rust
It’s beautiful here
Without any fear
[Outro]