Sense Memories

I can't listen to that album anymore
It makes me think of

It reminds me of tall grass and chances I passed on
Of things unravelling long after I'd cast on
All of these numbers conspire to undo me
Make me remember those who knew me
I imagine you rocking up to my hotel room
And playing those songs from off the Blue
As if nothing had changed

I can't abide that perfume anymore
They call it a scent but for me it's the smell
Of manipulation and fresh summer hell
She might be wearing it or xi or he
But yours is the only face I ever see
The face that was so happy, so proud
So quickly despairing, so quietly loud
I imagine running into you at some fancy event
I'll be so angry, so sad, so content
I guess nothing's changed

I remember you both as thorns in my side
The egos that tickled my inner desires
Every night was too late
Every touch not enough, ever slight was too much
You were both the same
I can't put up with that shit anymore
You made me rebel, insist and want more
I imagine bumping into each other outside
You with your whatever
Me with my pride
Fuck you buddy
Everything's changed