Broken Vinyl

Our love was like an old record
spinning round, so perfectly echoed,
but the needle scratched, the track wore thin–
now the music’s gone, where do we begin?

Every groove tells the story of us
but now it’s cracked, covered in dust.
I try to play it, but the sound won’t stay.
Broken vinyl. We’ve lost our way.

I hear the crackle of what we were,
a sound so faded, so unsure.
I try to rewind, to play it again,
but broken vinyl can’t make amends.

I wish I could fix it, make it whole,
but the vinyl’s cracked, just like my soul.
Our song’s a ghost, it lingers still,
but broken vinyl can’t be healed.

Stuck in the past, can’t find the beat.
Once we sang, but now it skips.
The melody’s lost between our lips.
Every note that we used to play
now just echoes, drifting away.

Broken vinyl, the song we know,
but we can’t stop the needle’s slow.