Lyrics The Black Cassette - My Favorite

The Black Cassette

We spent the summer in his room
We spent the summer in his gloom
Feverish and celibate
Listening to the black cassette
Listening to the black cassette
I would come by after work
I worked as a drug store clerk
I would bring him cigarettes
And listen to the black cassette
Listen to the black cassette, listen
He’s staring off into the bookcase
I’m painting stars upon his face
Divining our state of disgrace
Listening to the black cassette
Listening to the black cassette
And waiting for Halloween
Waiting to put our boots on
It’s never like the books you’ve read
Sitting there beside his bed
In my prom dress and pink barrette
Listening to the black cassette
Listening to the black cassette
Listen, listen, listen