smashing the choice,
when I hear myself sing,
I wrench in relying upon the outside.
that you believed
that you loved me,
but the memory of she was worse than the future.
you and me,
we were a daydream,
so lose your faith in me
forever and an again.
smashing these things
means holding these moments down,
looking them in the eyes
and seeing them for what they are worth.
let's be priceless in the eyes of time,
as songs end in tired estimations,
the cracks and pops of a record player,
and then the relief of the next track.