I am the broken stereo in your car
That no matter what you try
And no matter what you do
All you ever get is static
Because the owner before you
Didn’t read the instructions
When it said “Please handle with care.”
I am useless to you,
Taking up this empty space,
You wish for me to sing sweet music
But it is in brokenness you only hear whispers
I wish I could play to you
That favorite song you drive to
That will carry you on your path
That desperate song you cry to
But all I am is static
Broken and plastic
Because when I worked for someone else
They handled me roughly.
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 1:27 AM UTC
I am the broken stereo in your car
That no matter what you try
And no matter what you do
All you ever get is static
Because the owner before you
Didn’t read the instructions
When it said “Please handle with care.”
I am useless to you,
Taking up this empty space,
You wish for me to sing sweet music
But it is in brokenness you only hear whispers
I wish I could play to you
That favorite song you drive to
That will carry you on your path
That desperate song you cry to
But all I am is static
Broken and plastic
Because when I worked for someone else
They handled me roughly.
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