Like a CD replaying the same old song,
I start to scratch it up so it will play right,
like memories of you replaying in my head for so long,
and then a dream of you at night,
sometimes I wish I wouldn’t be so quiet and that I could sing,
but I just think if I did no one would hear anything,
so let me relax here with my headphones on,
and let me scratch up the CD until I can’t hear the song,
until every last lyric is gone,
and I cry for it is wrong
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