I’m drowning in a song
Thick as sugared syrup
Slow as sleeping breath
And maniacal as hatred.
I’m drowning in a song
A broken one
That doesn’t sing.
Its life is out of tune
And it’s too drunk to play.
I’m drowning in a song
With solos made of tears.
Everyone sings it differently
But we all hear it alone.
I’m still drowning in that song.
I listen for imperfections,
I listen for lies.
If you listen
For all the wrong reasons
Why listen at all?
I, for one…
Forgot why I began
To listen in the first place.
 
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