Red vinyl

Carving out an image
that was meant for us
A dream of places
that awaited us
then you asked
what was there to see?
If we've already seen
each other through,
what is there left to see?

A bitter fate
in store for us
We didn't have the courage to try
thought we ran out of time and chance.

Voices in red vinyl
meant to heal us
A shared cigarette
meant to even us
at the turn
you started to shake
on the living room floor
if we can't listen this through
how could we ever share a home?

"I don't break any more easily as the next one, I just choose to."