Sitting in my car inthe freezing cold listening to a CD that isnt my own Singing along to songs,
I've never heard but somehow I know,
every single word.

And I've got to say,
its the soundtrack of my day,
Stuck in the stereo and Im kind of glad its there,
But I can only listen when I'm alone, all the buzzing of other lives drowns the sound and I'm never truly heard,
singing the melancholy words,
of heartbreak and mistakes.

So many mistaken meanings,
so I speak only when,
I am alone, And my metaphor words fall wingless.