I Will Play My Game Beneath the Spin Light

Natalie McHales//Tyler Carter

This story is written for thiscontest by BUSTANUT and based on this song.

I wrote more postcards than hooks. I read more maps than books.
Feel like every chance to leave is another chance I should have took.
Every minute is a mile. I've never felt so hollow.
I'm an old abandoned church with broken pews and empty aisles.
My secrets for a buck. Watch me as I cut myself wide open on this stage.
Yes, I am paid to spill my guts. I won't see home till spring.
Oh, I would kill for the Atlantic, but I am paid to make girls panic
while I sing.