I'm the destructively memorable song,
The cavalier uninvited. I just follow
along.
I'm the thought you can't shake and you
really can't share,
Chilling
behind the back of your mind and sticking to your hair.
I'm that stomach-sinking sensation you get
When you notice forgetting not to to forget.
I'm that funny feeling that you're being followed home
And that existential certainty that you can't let someone know,
The split-second impression of "just to be nice"
And the hours of dread that implied "there's a price."
Just think of me as your respiration tax.
It's my job to ensure that you never relax.
I'm that stomach-sinking sensation you get
When you notice forgetting not to to forget.
I'm that funny feeling that you're being followed home
And that existential certainty that you can't let someone know,
The split-second impression of "just to be nice"
And the hours of dread that implied "there's a price."
Just think of me as your respiration tax.
It's my job to ensure that you never relax.
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