Why does this song have to play?
the radio DJ must have had it in for me today
picking the one song in the world, from every possible choice
he plays the one, that makes me hear your voice
I feel the lump in my throat grow, starts the size of a pea
but builds as the seconds flow, as the first chords ring out tauntingly
it grows to an apple, a pear, a watermelon sat there
in my throat a veritable banquet choking the air
And as the chorus shouts, I feel those old memories living out
like I'm there - back in time, in a sentimental moment of doubt
the radio DJ must have had it in for me today
picking the one song in the world, from every possible choice
he plays the one, that makes me hear your voice
I feel the lump in my throat grow, starts the size of a pea
but builds as the seconds flow, as the first chords ring out tauntingly
it grows to an apple, a pear, a watermelon sat there
in my throat a veritable banquet choking the air
And as the chorus shouts, I feel those old memories living out
like I'm there - back in time, in a sentimental moment of doubt
I wonder, was there ever any love at all
and as the cymbals crash I feel a tear fall
Why does this song have to play?
in a supermarket of all places, reminds of walking around aisles some lost day
pacing, as I float in and out of my mind, the music a vortex to a long forgotten time
when we used to walk these consumer corridors, of produce and plastic wrapped dreams
all of the things we aspired to be, all of our hopes in between
and I feel pain in my chest, the feeling of an old broken heart put to test
as the drum beat thuds - my heart starts to revive, reverberating echoes inside
but as of yet I'm still blinded by all the tears cried
Why does this song have to play?
in my mind most of the day, an ear worm buried deep, using my head as a hideaway
the words keep on repeating, giving me fleeting visions of a time when my love was true
before the pain and misery flowed through, when it was all still new
and I feel my eyes fill, years of hurt distilled into tears to wash away the grime that blinds
and as the singer belts out her final lines, I feel freed from those shackles and ties that bind
and as the cymbals crash I feel a tear fall
Why does this song have to play?
in a supermarket of all places, reminds of walking around aisles some lost day
pacing, as I float in and out of my mind, the music a vortex to a long forgotten time
when we used to walk these consumer corridors, of produce and plastic wrapped dreams
all of the things we aspired to be, all of our hopes in between
and I feel pain in my chest, the feeling of an old broken heart put to test
as the drum beat thuds - my heart starts to revive, reverberating echoes inside
but as of yet I'm still blinded by all the tears cried
Why does this song have to play?
in my mind most of the day, an ear worm buried deep, using my head as a hideaway
the words keep on repeating, giving me fleeting visions of a time when my love was true
before the pain and misery flowed through, when it was all still new
and I feel my eyes fill, years of hurt distilled into tears to wash away the grime that blinds
and as the singer belts out her final lines, I feel freed from those shackles and ties that bind
Thanks For Reading.
Peace & Love.
Kyle.
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