The needle skips And skips And skips Until I put it back in the groove That old vinyl has been playing The same song since you left Because I can’t bring myself to change The tune that’s warm and familiar It reminds me of you on each revolution Even as your scent has faded Your voice has become a half recalled echo The last touch has grown cold That song still plays Until is skips And skips And skips Until I find the motivation to rise Up from the couch To set it straight Like some metaphor going around And around And round Playing that song I love That only keeps playing If I put in the effort to fix it Because it’s no longer perfect We were no longer perfect That doesn’t mean our song had to stop I could’ve fixed it Knowing that I could’ve fixed it Has left me broken Alone with my thoughts That keep going around And around And around No matter how many times I play those old memories on repeat With the heat and the rising crescendo The crashing arguments Kissing and making up to do it all again It’s the same song over And over And over Again No matter how many times I play it on repeat The duration never changes It still ends on the same final note The outro goodbye And goodbye And bye
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