Driving Passed Casablance
Hypnosised haunting keys,
Off tone from the piano.
Smokey room of lost hope,
Befriend sitting,
Bottle full of past errors,
Ready to give a toast to misery.
"If Only"
"If Only"
"If Only"
Play it again Sam-
Broken hearten record,
Phonograph soul.
Playing the repeatedly immortality,
Living the same fate over again.
Turntable-
Before one's time?
CDs updated-
Skipping Mp3 player?
There is a place in
Every
Town,
City,
State,
And
Country.
Don't pack bags
Need not go
The problem
Basketcase of emotions.
"Sam! Don't pucker up your lips, I won't hear the kiss, I'm up the road, leaving
dust."
Walking out the door,
Driving far in the distance away from Casablance.
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