Palindrome

Early in the morning
Glowing like a pumpkin
Have a taste then spit it out
You look like a nightmare
Hollow on your white stairs
Burning like your neighbors' house

Palindrome, you got me all alone
You are a spider and I'm dying to get out of your web
Now I know you've lost control
You always light up
When I'm down and spinning out of your grip

Early in the evening
Cemetery's breathing
Floating like a ghost while you whistle a tune
Everybody's wondering
You a witch or something -
Changing like the seasons' moons?

(Down and spinning out of your grip)
Heartache
Always