The song is over. Press repeat. Listen to it again. Repeat. Again. Repeat. Again. Again. Again.
Your heart's a mess.
Again.
Your heart's a mess.
Again.
Again.
Strange, the more I write the word, the more it feels as though it's not written properly, as though something about it were wrong. The song seems that way too. With every listen it becomes more surreal. It sets the stage for a trance-like moment in which things seem to disappear and appear again, flickering in a world lit only by the strength of one's emotions.
I'm in a messy place and I don't know what to do to get out of it.
-Mango.
