I tried to write you a love song (but every memory filled me with regret) - a song you'd sing over and over (but now we're over (or aren't we over yet?).)!
A broken record is all we'll ever be. Though I wanted us to last, the past had a grasp on me. You're the sum of:
Side A — Sound future needs
B-sides — All your deeds
Your smile inspired a chorus, but when I sang, you sank your fangs and draink me. I thought as long as we kept playing, there'd always be hope for us, but you saw fit to pause it.
A broken record is all we'll ever be. Though I wanted us to last, the past had a grasp on me. You're the sum of sight a sound future needs, besides all your deeds.
Our EP's played too long - our needle's worn. There's too much pop in this song to mourn 8-track; record too scratched to even mend. Our track keeps skipping, so let's skip to the end.
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