The Broken Record

someone gave you to me for free
it was doubtful i would like your style
but i never knock before i try.
so i tried you.
and after 2 or 3 spins of the needle
you seeped into my bones
and it was hard to shut you off.

your material was so humorous.
understanding... and reaffirming on bad days.
you were a new anthem for a single, city girl.

so i kept threading the needle.
and you kept me moving through the day.
3 full spins around [today]
and i haven't moved you from the player.

so i spin about my life and wait for the skip
you... you.... you... you... *thunk*
stall! right when the song gets good
you always break and make it worse.
how reliable.

so i move the needle back to the edge
and we take thing from the top

but i have to tell you -
i've been listening to you less
i'm getting tired of the skipping.
so monotonous...
those scratches on line 4 and 9...
can't fix themselves... and neither can i.
and sadly, you're not built for self repair.

so i keep wanting to buy a new record.
i mean... really, really want to.
but i just don't have the money for a new record.
and there's nothing out there i want to buy...

ever.

so i'm stuck with this broken record...
or no record at all.

Really. How long can you expect this girl to go without music?