Repetition

The radio is broken
It's playing the same old song.
I think it's laughing at me.
Waiting for the phone to ring.
Knowing that if it does,
It wont stop.
But there is never a message on the machine.
I think it's playing tricks on me.
Got a cigarette that is not lit.
A bottle of gin that's half full.
A glass of rocks that's empty
And an old broke down radio.
It's always playing that same damn song
Screaming, not singing, me to sleep.
Got me wondering
If outside is any different then in.
Want to turn away and close my eyes.
Pass out and hit the floor.
But the radio wont stop playing
That same old song.
It's broken.