Angel

Sitting in a dark room with the light much like a lamppost
sitting alone listening to fuzzy recordings of another band
my coat smells of you, and that scent sends rushes of adrenaline through my body
as memories of us together start to burn in my mind

The music picks up and my heart beats faster
I picture you in my head with a halo and angel wings

sweet tunes that make me happy also make me sad
unclear lyrics and repetitive minors begin to bring me down
and I remember that I am here all alone

I turn off the light so all there is are red dials digital on the player
that I'm weary of scratching my disc like I'm weary that ill scratch your soul