I fell in love with a composer
He told me middle C was his favorite
It a home
That he could always find
Right in the middle of all the crooked
Black and whiteness

He became the conductor of my life
He used to tell me
“I love you I love you I love you.
Goodnight Goodnight Goodnight.
See you in the morning See you in the morning See you in the morning”
Over and over
Becoming my anthem of lies

I heard that the day she had left him
He forgot to say it once
So maybe I suppose
He thinks that if saying it a single time
Can’t save her ghost
Then maybe saying it to me
100 times can

He tried to take that repeat sign of his love
Unwind it and bind
My heart to his
He couldn’t set me free
Because he knew that if he did
I’d never return
You see I was never his

I was supposed to compose a song
About regret
But baby if you put him and me
Onto that page
You’d have a symphony
Of broken set of my chords
That he couldn’t tune