We are all Broken
All a broken record
We voice the same sweet songs but as our hearts spin round and round on that 45
Our vinyl linings start to wear
And with each screech of our broken hearted melodies
We tend to tune out or turn down
But what you may not know
Is when our sounds all simultaneously play
Our scratches of cadence
Become a sweet tune we can all cry to
we can all laugh to
that we can all sing to.