Musical Breakdown

We bonded over questionable lyrics and rousing chants

The type of music a hash pipe is passed along to

A shared love of rough guitars and a husky voice

Usually the cause of the plants we’re rolling

But I’ve started to look longingly at other records

You stick to the favourites and I find new blood

Just like the best bands we’re starting to drift apart

Listening to others; a my taste is better than yours war

We need to accept this and leave the dials on the radio alone

Realise that the choice of words I surround myself with mean something

A connection that differs to yours; not a cause for upset.

Little Ginge x

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