I've got this broken diner spoon
From the place I'd stay up late with you
You left it in my pocket, and I guess I left it too
There's an empty box you saved me
And the turntable you gave me
And a sipping scotch I can only drink with you
And the photo of you holding me
Is in a drawer now silently
But in the morning, I'll probably pin it up again
Can't decide if I'll forget you
Don't know if I should regret you
And the album's done, so why do I still hear the songs
So the algorithm on my phone
Knows the songs I like when I'm alone
And it's not my fault they're your songs, that they make me think of you
And associations brush me
I can picture where you touched me
And I wrap my mind in memories, in the soft embrace of you
And at Paul's four in the morning
I'm awake with angry yearning
Cause you're home in bed at your house
You're not listening here with me
And I'm trying hard to sleep you off
To run until I keep you off
Is the album done
Damn it, I still hear the songs
And it goes: la la la la
And I'll stay away from wine
Cause as soon as I start drinking
I start dreaming, I start thinking
'Bout the things you and I did just to survive
And I'll start seeing clear of life
Cause if I move in one direction
'Gainst the pull of your connection
I feel heavy, sick, and senseless in the tide
And I'm sitting in this mess I made
That one groove scratched and overplayed
But it's hits of violent pleasure, and that's all that gets me through
Got this aching in my sternum
Dull the memories, I can't burn 'em
And it hurts too hard, but this pain feels just like you
And I'm struggling for a reason
Why the stars gave us this season
Cause maybe meaning makes the missing go away
And I hope you won't forget me
Pray to God you don't regret me
So I wrote it all, and I put you in my song
And it goes: la la la la
Katharine McDonough - Broken Spoon (feat. Callaghan McDonough) Lyrics
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I've got this broken diner spoon
From the place I'd stay up late with you
You left it in my pocket, and I guess I left it too
There's an empty box you saved me
And the turntable you gave me
And a sipping scotch I can only drink with you
And the photo of you holding me
Is in a drawer now silently
But in the morning, I'll probably pin it up again
Can't decide if I'll forget you
Don't know if I should regret you
And the album's done, so why do I still hear the songs
So the algorithm on my phone
Knows the songs I like when I'm alone
And it's not my fault they're your songs, that they make me think of you
And associations brush me
I can picture where you touched me
And I wrap my mind in memories, in the soft embrace of you
And at Paul's four in the morning
I'm awake with angry yearning
Cause you're home in bed at your house
You're not listening here with me
And I'm trying hard to sleep you off
To run until I keep you off
Is the album done
Damn it, I still hear the songs
And it goes: la la la la
And I'll stay away from wine
Cause as soon as I start drinking
I start dreaming, I start thinking
'Bout the things you and I did just to survive
And I'll start seeing clear of life
Cause if I move in one direction
'Gainst the pull of your connection
I feel heavy, sick, and senseless in the tide
And I'm sitting in this mess I made
That one groove scratched and overplayed
But it's hits of violent pleasure, and that's all that gets me through
Got this aching in my sternum
Dull the memories, I can't burn 'em
And it hurts too hard, but this pain feels just like you
And I'm struggling for a reason
Why the stars gave us this season
Cause maybe meaning makes the missing go away
And I hope you won't forget me
Pray to God you don't regret me
So I wrote it all, and I put you in my song
And it goes: la la la la
From the place I'd stay up late with you
You left it in my pocket, and I guess I left it too
There's an empty box you saved me
And the turntable you gave me
And a sipping scotch I can only drink with you
And the photo of you holding me
Is in a drawer now silently
But in the morning, I'll probably pin it up again
Can't decide if I'll forget you
Don't know if I should regret you
And the album's done, so why do I still hear the songs
So the algorithm on my phone
Knows the songs I like when I'm alone
And it's not my fault they're your songs, that they make me think of you
And associations brush me
I can picture where you touched me
And I wrap my mind in memories, in the soft embrace of you
And at Paul's four in the morning
I'm awake with angry yearning
Cause you're home in bed at your house
You're not listening here with me
And I'm trying hard to sleep you off
To run until I keep you off
Is the album done
Damn it, I still hear the songs
And it goes: la la la la
And I'll stay away from wine
Cause as soon as I start drinking
I start dreaming, I start thinking
'Bout the things you and I did just to survive
And I'll start seeing clear of life
Cause if I move in one direction
'Gainst the pull of your connection
I feel heavy, sick, and senseless in the tide
And I'm sitting in this mess I made
That one groove scratched and overplayed
But it's hits of violent pleasure, and that's all that gets me through
Got this aching in my sternum
Dull the memories, I can't burn 'em
And it hurts too hard, but this pain feels just like you
And I'm struggling for a reason
Why the stars gave us this season
Cause maybe meaning makes the missing go away
And I hope you won't forget me
Pray to God you don't regret me
So I wrote it all, and I put you in my song
And it goes: la la la la
Writer: Katharine McDonough
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