Burnt CD

Dusty silver disc, track list fading My old handwriting in thick black sharpie CD-R recording, snapshot of my brain And I polish til' it shines, but the scratches still remain In the iridescent reflections I see someone I remember And no one I can recognize Put it in the tray, close my eyes I play that burnt CD on repeat Pretend I'm still who I used to be Before everything shattered inside me The sound of my laugh on track number three Think it makes me feel something like grief Back then, I knew how to be happy Burnt CD Burn back into me Burn back into me Burnt CD Burn me clean Burn me clean Burnt CD Better version of me I disappear inside my headphones Every little sound sparks something in my head My thoughts, my songs, the background noise I get lost inside the music again Every little sound brings something to me I hear, I feel the person I used to be And I miss them more and more With every single fuckin' memory Press play and close my eyes And I realize, oh, I realize I can't, can't, can't go back Fingerprints underneath mine The past is burned into glass Damage burned into my mind These fragile comforts Reliving in fragments Is this really coping Or just hiding in the rewind I play that burnt CD on repeat Pretend I'm still who I used to be Before everything shattered in me The sound of my laugh on track number three Think it makes me feel something like grief Back then, I knew how to be happy Burnt CD Burn back into me Burn back into me Burnt CD Burn me clean Burn me clean On the day the music starts to crack When I hear the screeching from the back I know it'll be this CD's last playback Time erodes everything and nothing lasts Thirty six seconds left on the final track After thirty seven, What do I do next? After thirty seven, What do I do then?