Don’t Listen to This Song

We both may be rotten apples within the other's 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