808s match the painful beat of a broken heart if your heart is in two, and harmonies crying out with you makes an aweful but comforting tune. Music only further breaks the heart of the brokenhearted.
Melodies coax tears from eyes, and hooks remind them of the heartache again. Heartache, heartache, and heartache again. Music is not for the brokenhearted.
Music is not for them that sing, whose hearts will only swell as they’re voices cry out and their faces remain dry. Not for them.. not for us.
Not for us because it speaks of love we once held. Not for us because it speaks of a love we can’t see just yet. Especially not for us because sometimes it wants to be blue, and misery loves company, music and tequila too.
Music is not for the brokenhearted. Music is not for us, the brokenhearted who once felt love too. Not for us who should have probably chosen the idiot who couldn’t spell because he’d have been too dumb to work out the mechanism of breaking a heart..