my music is louder than yours

i cranked my music box harder

only to stop and hear it echo in the void we created.

i cranked my music box harder

so that you could hear where i was

in this darkness that you created.

i was waiting. wanting.

you used to have such a loud music box

and i would listen to it for hours

and i would put money in the monkey's cup

i cranked my music box harder

but nothing came out.

a tree falling in the forest with no one to hear it.

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i saw you on the corner cranking your music box

but i'm trying not listening to your music anymore.

ignoring your monkey that now wants to rattle it's tin cup at me.

putting my headphones on and listening to my own music as i crank along.

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