Strain

I’m just a skipping CD
Waiting to land
So the laser can catch the beat
And I can consider skipping the song

I’m just the voice from texas
An echo of a memory
A whisper of the future
that is so faint, almost imagined

Its hard to hear amongst the doubt
Ever the raucous of doubt
I’m just trying to keep breathing
when I’m just tired of conciousness

Its the feeling I crave
more so than the sound
I’m just trying to sing along
when every note is a strain

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