Death is life’s cruel joke that no one finds funny How do you expect me to exist in a world when I keep losing people who loved me? I hear the wind chimes that carry their voice But I’ll never hear them speak again My mind’s supposed to be a capsule that holds all of the memories of them
These memories slowly become a broken record But I’ll never change the song Even when the record scratches I’ll keep running it back I hate this song But I’ll never stop listening What happens when the record can’t play anymore?
Am I supposed to hum the song in my mind? What happens when I lose the tune? What happens when I can’t rewind?
I can’t reach heaven with just my fingertips I can’t talk to the wind chimes without looking like a lunatic So I laugh At life’s cruel joke
A song In the windchimes
A record That plays over and over
A record that will scratch A song I will hum in my mind A tune I will lose One day I can’t rewind On that day Life will laugh away with everything that was mine