I got your love confession on an old cassette, and it takes me back to our high-school track. How could I forget? I got these burned CDs of your favorite songs, but they sounded better when we sang ‘em together all summer long. Sometimes I turn off the radio, and go back to a time before. And I play your vinyl records. Needle on a wheel of time, I play those vinyl records. Go back to when you were mine, I play those vinyl records. Spinning like we did before our time was up. I got my college feelings on MP3, when we called it off, cause you moved to Washington D.C. And these new romantic relationships are here and gone, like the songs that stream on my new playlists.