Thus I Wrote

I’ve always had vinyl thoughts
In a world digital and online
And as all the world connected
I’ve often felt different and offline

My heart won’t move too fast
It moves to a beat that’s slow
It’s wary of too much emotion
It won’t trust what it doesn’t know

I looked across the table
I saw her laughing at my jokes
I sometimes wonder what happened
How did it all go up in smoke?

Maybe it was the wine that night
It was red and it was rough
But we just drank it all down
We never knew enough was enough

Oh..she was so beautiful
Something about her just won’t let go
But she had too many masks
Now I guess I’ll never know

I’ve tried to feel the rhythm
To understand how it all moved
But I’m still blind to the rhythm
As my every mistake proved