I keep playing the songs I fell in love with when I was a teen
And spinning to the records I screamed in my early twenties.
Somehow the youth, oh, it never loses its liquid sheen.
Back then the opening track of Melodrama used to be plenty.
The trauma you gather by twenty-five is stickier than gum,
It will ruin your hair and stain your favorite pair of jeans.
What a shame, you only notice when downing cheap rum
As your favorite bands turn out to be a few crooked fiends.
Still, I keep playing the songs like they are a damn eraser,
Like they have the power to hold onto the pieces I lost.
Every memory keeps tasting more and more like a chaser,
And I know that soon enough they will remind me of rust.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 