All the strings are broken
On this old guitar
And it can’t sing no more
No, not like me
I’m so sick of waiting
So sick of faking
I’m so tired
And oh so pulled apart
Let me please
Will you let me sleep
Just one more day
Just another night
Like I used to sleep
When I slept with you
Can we rewrite
This ill-fated love song
Cause I’m a broken record
And you sing out of tune
How long
Oh tell me,
How long will it take
For this old guitar
To breath… just like me
Cause I’m tired
Of being so damn tired
And sorry for being
So fucking sorry
Can I, oh please
Please just let me sleep
Just one more time
I really promise this time
It will be the last time
That I sleep with you
Can we rewrite
This ill-fated love song
Cause I’m a broken record
And you’re not singing anymore
This is the last time
The last time
The last time
The last time…
Cause I'm a broken record
© 2007 Jane
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