i am a track on loop. i am a rhyme with the same rythm. a slideshow on repeat. you're under the the surface of everything. beneath every crisp white sheet of paper or linen. i know where to find you, but i dont look. i can't look. i dress up and down to catch your eye. but when i do, my lungs collapse and i have to look away to breathe. there's a song and a bottle for every old memory. there's a memory for every night. we are tied to different walls and there are so many people in the room, i rarely see your face.