when i cant sleep
and my eyes are wide open
i start to wander,
over and over
down hidden doorways
of records of memories,
they all have a locked key
but i pry the doors open
over and over
just to see,
to take a peek
of the what ifs and maybe
and i wonder all alone,
and you play behind my eyes
over and over
just like an old record player
moments we shared and things
you said,
over and over
until i have enough thoughts
crowding my head
trying to make way
to decipher your words,
over and over
enoughisenough.