On Repeat

I am a book
Of pictures
That you hold
Instead of remembering
A blue fountain
In front of a mountain
Me in bare feet
Stay out of the heat
Isn’t that sweet
On repeat
You are a fly
In the basement
That I keep
For fear of falling
My body’s so weak
I can’t even speak
Isn’t that sweet
Isn’t that sweet
On repeat
The record isn’t