This Song

This song makes me walk down streets I don’t belong on.

This song takes me back to that night, the one where the

air was dressed in glamour and misery. This song wants me

to call it back. This song is telling me I should check my

bank account. This song is asking me how old I am. This

song is standing next to me on a track, telling me to keep

my toes behind the line. This song is watching me undress.

This song is worrying about my mental health. This song is

holding my hand while I cry in a locker room after school.

This song is telling me I need to stop eating. This song is not

happy with me. This song is talking about me to it’s friends.

This song is sitting with me on a bench. This song is yelling

at me in the car. This song is crying in front of me. This song

is limping down the street. This song is sounding familiar. This

song won’t let me drive. This song hates my guts. This song is

asking me for a favor. This song is playing in the car. This song

is on a loud repeat. This song keeps me from going one hundred

over the bridge. This song is saving me from reality. This song is

not happy I am ready to leave. This song keeps the silverware in

the kitchen. This song is begging me not to skip it. It’s the only

song on the playlist. The playlist is begging me to delete it.