Are these crickets inside the house room is spinning wine and gin in cosmic dance why are they so loud? Sweat down my forehead the girls called me sexy, asked for my number I kept walking boots to the gravel, flying past a man, sexy, lost, I could have helped him find his way home, put him to bed but I have to return to my cage, like a zoo‘s lion a room that spins round and round as I drink to escape it it keeps spinning and I swear to the gods are these crickets inside the house