I am a warped vinyl left in the sun
by your careless hand.
My voice has become so warbled
it's no wonder you can't hear
all of the times I screamed "I miss you"
into that tin can microphone
so many songs ago.
The surface noise has grown louder
than the instruments
and now I know why
you never dust me off
the shelf and play me anymore.
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 10:19 PM UTC
I am a warped vinyl left in the sun
by your careless hand.
My voice has become so warbled
it's no wonder you can't hear
all of the times I screamed "I miss you"
into that tin can microphone
so many songs ago.
The surface noise has grown louder
than the instruments
and now I know why
you never dust me off
the shelf and play me anymore.
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