It hurts to hear the same song on this vinyl
To think of this as the story final
It hurts to be bound to the same place, the same you
A lifetime worth living is never lived for survival
And in my mind
I don’t feel the need to find
Another lingering echo
To fill the empty space
The walls start to go bare
Some memories stay
While others slowly efface
Somewhere along the way
The music fades away
The light turns to grey
The rhythm begins to sway.
And so sure, this is love,
But it’s foolish to call it fated
This drained photograph
With the colors faded-
Is but proof that love gets dated.