Broken Record
TESSA VIOLET · Maybe Trapped Mostly Troubled 2014 · Track 02 of 11
Written by Tessa Violet
You met me in my dreams last night Same dark eyes, familiar sight Broken words I've dreamt a hundred times But you were strange and staggered too Like what you said I'd scripted through I guess this means I'm getting over you
Why do I still dream of you? Why do you still come? Is it to remind me of the evil things I've done? Why am I still followed by your ghost memory And why do I still hope you think of me?
Every night inside my bed You creep into my head I am just a b-b-b-broken Broken record Every night inside my dream I replay the same old thing I am just a b-b-b-broken Broken record
The strangest part I'd have to say Is I don't want him anyway Maybe I just want what I can't have Maybe it's the tragedy Or maybe it's the girl in me Who just wants to be wanted by a man
Or maybe I just think of him when I am on my own 'Cause maybe make believe is not as lonely as alone Silence brings the truth, but it breaks the fantasy The only one I'm talking to is me
Every night inside my bed You creep into my head I am just a b-b-b-broken Broken record Every night inside my dream I replay the same old thing I am just a b-b-b-broken Broken record
To broken past and breathing dirt To cling to not escaping hurt Is it a choice repeating struggles? Maybe trapped or mostly troubled
Every night inside my bed You creep into my head I am just a b-b-b-broken Broken record Every night inside my dream I replay the same old thing I am just a b-b-b-broken Broken record