Playing It Back

Tunnel lights are strolling past my face; every word I said feels out of place.
She looked away when I tried to joke; I talked too much,
Then I barely spoke.
Why did I bring up that stupid film?
Why did my voice go quiet, then loud?
Every silence felt like punishment.
Now I'm alone in this moving crowd.
Playing it back, frame by frame,
Every mistake has got a name.
Watching myself from outside in,
Knowing I lost before I could begin.
Playing it back,