Zooming in on a dark shade of green
In a tearful eye
Cut to a face in an old car
Slowly pulling a way
A blurred shot out through the back window
She's leaning on a lamppost looking down
Close-up as she starts to wave
But then change her mind
Who's going to make the first call
Who'll say sorry and who'll say let's forget it all
Like those old movies
They always
The same story again
In a Rerun
Fading in on a suitcase
On a bedroom floor
It reflects the blue light of a show
That no one's watching anymore
A handheld shot of the bed
Awkward touches and soft voices
But you don't know what's being said
A slow pan leaves them alone
With more trouble a few frames ahead
Cause who will admit they were wrong
And play the underdog
Hoping that this time it will last
Like a bad dream
That comes back to haunt you in a
it's all over again in a Rerun
Their lips are moving but there's no sound
Well maybe the words come later
Out of sync, out of hope
Out of love, out of time
But still dreaming of a
With a better end
Though we know we're dumb to even pretend
We can change a line in a Rerun
Rerun like those old movies
They always
The same story again
In a Rerun

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