The needle drops like rain at night,
Soft hiss, then suffering takes its flight
Your voice a ghost in satin sound,
Still sings the lie that brought me down.
It spins around, so bittersweet,
Sounds of idolatry on every beat,
Same chorus clings like cigarette ash,
Your same old promise, the same old crash.
In candlelit noir, I play pretend,
and darling this track just won’t end
Just vinyl tears and minor chords,
Your love is a loop of empty words.
“You’ll never be alone,” you said
But baby, that skip plays loud instead.
A line that lingers, carved in pain,
Are like desires that lurk in the rain.
You were the song I always craved,
I was the silence you couldn’t save.
Now every dusk, I press rewind,
And bleed your echo from my mind.
Same song, same skip,
Playing over in essence
And that lyric still haunts me,
Like a fingerprint on all my affections.