Broken Spoon (feat. Callaghan McDonough)

I've got this broken diner spoon From the place I'd stay up late with you You left it in my pocket, and I guess I left it too There's an empty box you saved me And the turntable you gave me And a sipping scotch I can only drink with you And the photo of you holding me Is in a drawer now silently But in the morning, I'll probably pin it up again Can't decide if I'll forget you Don't know if I should regret you And the album's done, so why do I still hear the songs So the algorithm on my phone Knows the songs I like when I'm alone And it's not my fault they're your songs, that they make me think of you And associations brush me I can picture where you touched me And I wrap my mind in memories, in the soft embrace of you And at Paul's four in the morning I'm awake with angry yearning Cause you're home in bed at your house You're not listening here with me And I'm trying hard to sleep you off To run until I keep you off Is the album done Damn it, I still hear the songs And it goes: la la la la And I'll stay away from wine Cause as soon as I start drinking I start dreaming, I start thinking 'Bout the things you and I did just to survive And I'll start seeing clear of life Cause if I move in one direction 'Gainst the pull of your connection I feel heavy, sick, and senseless in the tide And I'm sitting in this mess I made That one groove scratched and overplayed But it's hits of violent pleasure, and that's all that gets me through Got this aching in my sternum Dull the memories, I can't burn 'em And it hurts too hard, but this pain feels just like you And I'm struggling for a reason Why the stars gave us this season Cause maybe meaning makes the missing go away And I hope you won't forget me Pray to God you don't regret me So I wrote it all, and I put you in my song And it goes: la la la la