It's a twisted mental replay, that weighs heavy on my mind,
all of those conversations that took place over time.

All those words you spoke to me that lingered deep into my soul
and the sweet way you said you loved me is now taking a mental toll.

It's a twisted mental replay that even when it ends it always restarts,
and it always seems to stop and pause when it's playin my favorite parts.

So I light up another cigarette and sink deep into my bed and allow
all the things you said to me to keep playing in my head.

It's a twisted mental replay, especially the part when you said goodbye,
and you left me all alone standing there in shock and too sad to cry.

Maybe oneday I will stop rewinding and be able to fast forward through all
of those words you spoke to me that turned out to be untrue.

It's a twisted mental replay of a life that we once shared,
and your words that kept me so in love, at a time when you once cared.

So I'll take all your little phrases and lock them in my heart,
and keep the key in a secret place until I'm ready to unlock them and then part.

It's a twisted mental replay, and oneday I hope to replay something new,
something a little more upbeat and by an artist other than YOU.