How to love,
save yourself the pain and don't try,
The record of you love is still repeating in my head,
It's scratched and ugly,
but it still catches my attention,
I wish you could eject a record,
I'm looking for the button in my pocket,
to open my head and let you out,
but all I find is lint,
I drop bricks on the ground,
hoping you'll hear and come,
and I can't understand why the sky is still blue,
even after the sun sets,
I feel an emptiness in my heart,
It's bleeding tears in hope that you will call,
as I sit here and watch the phone on the piano bench,
I hit a key or two to take my mind off of you,
soon I make Mozart look bad,
then I realize that the button was never in my pocket,
the music of my soul that pours out of my finger tips,
now my fingers are crying blood,
the phone rings,
but I can't hear it over the sweet melody of the keys.
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