memories are a broken record.
just skipping the best parts for evil choruses.
I can see the ocean roar,
but I can't hear it.
many times I've mastered myself,
but I continue to fuck it up,
like a birthday potato exploding in the microwave.
put our song on repeat.
and let's fade into oblivion.
as it plays over and over and over again
to the annoyance of the audience
at our funerals.