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Don't Listen To This Song

 

Don't Listen To This Song


We both may be rotten apples within the others eyes
Nails down the chalkboard, or shivers down the spine
Some bad bad thought, that's now mutual of course
I hear we both shudder at the thought of the other

A slight reminder and I will feel dismayed
I try to find the word, the opposite of saudade
That can explain this hateful delight
Where I feel a rush of gratitude that you aren't in my life

And I sincerely hope that you don't listen to this song
Curiosity don't best you and I can carry on outside your head
Oh please just treat me like I'm dead
Or better yet did not exist

And I sincerely hope that you don't listen to this song
Curiosity don't best you and I can carry on outside your head
Oh please just treat me like I'm dead
Or better yet did not exist

I hope to see there's no remanence of me
I wish to linger no longer
There is no nostalgia
I hope to see a blank space in place of me
My name crossed out and kept out of your mouth

Well I sincerely hope that you don't listen to this song
Curiosity don't best you and I can carry on outside your head
Oh please just treat me like I'm dead
Or better yet did not exist

Well I sincerely hope that you don't listen to this song
Curiosity don't best you and I can carry on outside your head
Oh please just treat me like I'm dead
Or better yet did not exist

When it boils down I'm a furrowed brow you'd rather forget
Shared feelings with me the other we see wastes space in our head
And if we could choose some people to lose all memory of
I doubt that we'd flinch hesitate one bit we'd dream of it gone

These feelings of dread at once put to bed some sad sweet relief
It keeps me awake your memory stains so please let me sleep
Now please wash my brain, relieve me this pain, for both of our sakes

done

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