Casiotone For the Painfully Alone

It’s all the little things noticed or found Introspect details about human flaws Draped over sparse and electronic sound Speaking specifics on love’s small faux pas Lingering decay to crush broken hearts That thud to machine-made, synthesized beats On a low-end keyboard and salvaged parts Locked into sad loops and doomed to repeat Sorting the issues of small town affairs Hopelessly hopeful that things might work out Where controllers fail to capture the snare Left to lay tracks made of sorrow and doubt Calmly relaying bones from an attic In heartfelt words and digital static