i've heard the songs
about killing pain
sounding like the only
way is with a vinyl
record and several
shots of something strong
*(but pain isn't all
alcohol and turntables)*
it's a stack of cds
still shrinkwrapped so
they shine like diamonds
a discard pile scratched and
cracked so i know that
life keeps skipping on
a fourth cup of coffee
to send my heart
rattling and my
hands shaking
*(i've wished to be in
love before just so
my heartbreak could
someday be justified
but i can let the music
paint that picture easy)*
buffering lyric videos
sprawled out in bed
watching the light grow
brighter behind the curtains
finding myself addicted
to pain and freezing cold
because i need the white
noise of a fan at night
*(but pain isn't all
alcohol and turntables
sometimes it's just old
boomboxes and black tea)*
Sep 10, 2016
Sep 10, 2016 at 12:51 AM UTC
i've heard the songs
about killing pain
sounding like the only
way is with a vinyl
record and several
shots of something strong
*(but pain isn't all
alcohol and turntables)*
it's a stack of cds
still shrinkwrapped so
they shine like diamonds
a discard pile scratched and
cracked so i know that
life keeps skipping on
a fourth cup of coffee
to send my heart
rattling and my
hands shaking
*(i've wished to be in
love before just so
my heartbreak could
someday be justified
but i can let the music
paint that picture easy)*
buffering lyric videos
sprawled out in bed
watching the light grow
brighter behind the curtains
finding myself addicted
to pain and freezing cold
because i need the white
noise of a fan at night
*(but pain isn't all
alcohol and turntables
sometimes it's just old
boomboxes and black tea)*
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