....

A broken record player sings to an almost empty room
"I never meant to break your heart, to do those things to you."
The receivers of the noise can feel it coming like a heat
But the needle skips like always, that line is on repeat

'Love' is a word that always gets thrown around
I wish I could write those four letters down
As it stands, all I have is my single shallow line
Spread to feed the masses, just words to pass the time

"Just tell me what went wrong," she said. "The complete and honest truth."
Well, truth these days is a commodity and there simply is no use
to try and look at the ins and outs of what caused our flame to die
I'll just grab my line off the shelf and try to avoid your eyes