Sara Messenger © 1993
Back to books and records
Crack open the checkered past
When I used to run
To the solace of a quote
From the tuneless liner notes
Ready to enlist the vinyl discs
Stacked back to back
Back to my friends
Inside of paperbacks
Pages are bound to last
Longer than some bond
Between paper-thin deceit
Written in between the sheets
Of a storytale and love so frail
Stacked back to back
Back to my face
To face the mirror
Place the music
Near your heart
For the solo break
INSTRUMENTAL BREAK
Stacked back to back
Words and more words
Trapped in paragraphs
Notes sentenced to the staff
Held in melodies
While I’m just doing rhyme
In my standard repertoire
Put the feeling behind bars
In a bitter suite
With a heartbeat
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