Labannotation for Dancing on Tin

Eight years ago, Noticing the indentation in the face Of your bedroom doorknob, You puUed out a Swiss army knife And got cracking. Shazam! There it was, a secret plastic hideaway. Now home to your high school ring, various tom Tickets from theme park rides, a picture of a starlet From Tl^ Guide. She remains unreachable, albeit A faithful confidante and source of inspiration.

You took a correspondence course in accounting. Got a job in a big box bizarre. Made an unshakeable oath to bathe twice daily. You've poured all your savings into oatmeal creme pies.

That starlet-sans-name. She's The rosette button On your trailer ceiling tile. The recurring pattern of A funny mirror seamstress. Sewing up the ramparts Of your heart.