NO. 5

[viita]

I can't explain it:
These old piano memories,
Our lives played out in a single song.
Chorus on repeat seven times
Until we slowly fade away.
The words stuck in my head
The last thing you had said,
"Played out like a song are we,
Too bad it got old before the bridge."
And I'm standing here with
Letters in my hand.
These ones from long ago
"We went too fast, we went too slow".
And now I hate our song
because it's killing me every day.
This love, our love, summed up
In one line of a crappy piano
Melody.

It's never over;
You left it on repeat.