in the depths of my vinyl collection, a duplicate of me stares back from the shelf it's wearing a slightly different haircut, but i'm pretty sure it's just trying to be cooler
copies of myself litter the city streets, each one a faint echo of my existence I'm not sure which one is the original β or if there ever was one to begin with
A forgotten cassette tape from my childhood finds its way back to me on a thrift store shelf The scratches and hiss bring back memories I'd rather forget Guess some things are better left unrewound