you may as well have been a dj, for you sure did know
how to play me [in a way that seemed to be just right].

was i a fresh single in your eyes-
a kind of music you'd never heard before but that you
started to believe you loved?

you must have been new at the job.
i got scratched up and scuffed and worn out&down.
you retired me for a new song, a familar melody,
one much different than my own. i'd be remembered as perhaps
a classic song, good but outdated now.

but he's a fan of classics,
and he knows how to play me perfectly-
those scuffs add to your unique sound, love.

AN: mmm. i love our goodnight hugs.