A memory in the mind,
The hole inside your eye.
A VHS recording to replay all the time.
Static in the silence,
Warped lines across the frame,
Every time I press rewind it never plays the same.
The colour bleeds to nothing,
The sound is out of sync,
I know exactly what it shows but still I stop and think.
I’ve watched it wear its edges,
I’ve watched the truth decay,
The more I try to fix the tape, the more it slips away.