It’s been a while, I barely remembered your name. But how could I forget The curves of your face
We shot for the stars And then aimed for mars But ended up In two for twelve bars.
Press replay on my broken heart the starting blocks were just a false start And even if I lose my throne I’ll still have the memories we own.
Regardless, there’s always Something on the radio That makes me think of you and diverges the sadness in me
And I don’t care if this moment is our last. For if it is Everything I’ll ever do will be past. I won’t be there for the last laugh
Press replay on my broken heart. Wind back the tape but don’t you warp my record leave me melting, frightened in the winter heat.
Self focus and hibernate to chase the dream away "Such narcissistic cynicism laid to rest on a TV dinner tray" Alright, smart ****. Your entire personality is a farce.
They hate the now. But hate the past even more! Stick it to the man! But they’ll still clean his floor I miss the crowd I miss the bliss I never thought it would come to this