Broken Dreams Band-Aids

A cycle of poems «Everything Hurts and I Am Almost Famous»

I’m staring at the ceiling, counting all my scars,
Tracing every memory like lines on subway cars.
You left me with a heartache, folded like a note,
Stuck inside my locker where the light don’t ever glow.

I patch up all the cracks with cheap cologne and lies,
But the scent of us still lingers, burning in my eyes.
I play our song on repeat like a broken record scream,
Yeah, the melody’s a ghost, but the pain feels so damn mean.

I’m just a kid with broken dreams band-aids,
Covering the wounds but the bleeding never fades.
Stuck in yesterday’s reruns, screaming at the screen,
Why’d you have to go and turn your back on me?
Oh-oh-oh, I’m a mess of what’s left,
Oh-oh-oh, just a joke in my own head.

I wear my hurt like a hoodie, frayed at every seam,
Drowning in the static of a half-forgotten dream.
Your name’s a f*****g echo in this empty parking lot,
Where we swore we’d never change - look how far we got.

I drown it out with speakers loud enough to shake the past,
But every lyric’s just a razor cutting way too fast.
I stitch myself with laughter, but the threads keep coming loose,
Yeah, I’m a walking contradiction, torn right through my roots.

I’m just a kid with broken dreams band-aids,
Covering the wounds but the bleeding never fades.
Stuck in yesterday’s reruns, screaming at the screen,
Why’d you have to go and turn your back on me?
Oh-oh-oh, I’m a mess of what’s left,
Oh-oh-oh, just a joke in my own head.

Maybe time won’t heal it, maybe pain just sticks,
Like a tattoo of the love I lost in ‘06.
I’ll scream it to the skyline, let the city sing along,
We’re all just broken records playing the same damn song.

So light me up like flashbacks in a disposable frame,
I’ll wear my heart like a bruise, never fading away.
‘Cause love’s just a firework - bright but gone too soon,
Now I’m dancing in the ashes of a dead-end tune.