The Music Box Lied

There is a song beside my bed still turning when the room goes dead little silver teeth inside playing back the things you hide I used to sleep through every note now every turn gets stuck in my throat you left quiet, almost kind but the melody stayed behind I heard it click I heard it break I heard your name in every tiny mistake it should be sweet it should be small but it knows too much now it remembers it all The music box still plays but it learned your lies by heart spinning in the dark like it knew us from the start I tried to close the lid but the damage kept the time you were gone before you left and the lullaby was mine Dust on the shelf where your picture was gold on the edge where the paint came off funny how a pretty sound knows how to drag the old ghosts out I keep the room exactly wrong half moved on and half your song every night it starts again like a child that never learned the end I heard it click I heard it break I heard your name in every tiny mistake it should be sweet it should be small but it knows too much now it remembers it all The music box still plays but it learned your lies by heart spinning in the dark like it knew us from the start I tried to close the lid but the damage kept the time you were gone before you left and the lullaby was mine Maybe I was young maybe I was blind maybe every soft thing learns to cut with time I do not hate the song I hate that it is true the smallest thing I kept sounds exactly like you The music box still plays but it learned your lies by heart spinning in the dark like it knew us from the start I tried to close the lid but the damage kept the time you were gone before you left and the lullaby was mine