Capitalise the tracks, be a collector, take some pride.
Or else it all ends up looking disordered, wrong
The Smiths song, incorrect, that’s the thorn in my side.
Young, before I’d even heard of Morrissey I’ve had to abide
To a predestined need to sort every single song
Capitalise the tracks, be a collector, take some pride.
I’d always hoped that my compulsive need would soon subside
That I could add music and not care, stay strong.
The Smiths song, incorrect, that’s the thorn in my side.
And when I’d visited that friend, I’d had to lie on the outside
When I saw that they’d named that Foo Fighters song ‘everlong’.
Capitalise the tracks, be a collector, take some pride.
It shouldn’t matter, but it does, I can’t let it slide
I lose sleep otherwise, can’t help but play along.
The Smiths song, incorrect, that’s the thorn in my side.
But scratch the itch, the need, and see the upside
I have the worlds tidiest iTunes library, perfected song upon song
Capitalise the tracks, be a collector, take some pride
The Smiths song, still somehow incorrect – the thorn in my side.
Craig Writes Things 