bruised and broken

sweat drips from every pore

all the words were spoken

from the lips that i abhor

living with nothing to live for

where even dying is a chore

skin cracks and bleeds

all sincerity secedes 

just a puddle on the floor

331/3

thirty three and one third revolutions
we fell in love as the record spun
a plethora of new resolutions
that in good time will come undone
on side A you're the one for me
but i'll grow to hate you by side B
I'm a 7" boy, but you want an LP

so drop the needle one last time
while i drop another stupid lie
about how it's all changed for the better. 
they're still the same songs
and my heart is a broken record
making the same mistakes
again and again and again