This solid state of mine

Is scratching out a ten watt hum while

I struggle to keep my thoughts straight

This POS will never translate my boutique state of mind

The closest that I ever came to greatness was only half mine

And we'll forever share that moment

I resign to leave it all behind and live another life

What's inside this tangled mess of wires

Won't keep us warm tonight

Awaken from the dead

But only when you kick the cabinet

Like jarring my old memories

If one spark could tell a story

Of burned out faulty connections

I've learned from all my corrections

And from dwelling on the failed sounds

I'd most likely fix in post but

Not this time I'll leave that world behind and live another life

What's inside this tangled mess of wires won't keep us warm tonight

It feels like a melody or a space saver for now

If I cared enough I'd write some real words down