I'm
analog
two-inch tape
vintage, warm with a potent
hiss
venomous
memories
always ready to strike like this

at your heels
don't you feel
like a trip
back to 96'

insert cassettes
And then push eject
I'm flashing red
Can't let the past
stay in it's cave
cause rears it's head
insert cassettes
And then push eject
you're flashing red
You don't expect
me to rear my head
but I'm not dead

Iike
VCRs
I recall
I remember the magic
so
I can take
one last trip
down the lane of your memory

till you twist
like a viper
on my shins
and then you remind me...

once
long ago
you
were the hope
but
I forgot
sweet
You're no tomorrow