Reruns
My mind is playing reruns of every stupid thing I’ve said and done
It’s all in h d with surround sound for an audience of one
It’s on repeat all day long and sometimes through the night
Just so that I don’t forget those times when I didn’t get it right
That time I got your name wrong or fell flat upon my face
That I talk to little or too much,always using the wrong pace
It’s a close up on my embarrassment, spot light on my imperfections
Slow mo through my worst mistakes, never meeting your expectations
My disaster movie is now showing in the cinema in my head
It won’t ever win an Oscar more like a balloon made out of lead
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