manymistypes:

instead of writing a poem, on April 11th I recorded a song that goes like this:

hey about last night
you won’t talk about it
it’s like it never happened
it’s like it never happened

hey about last night
I must have misunderstood
I must have left it somewhere else
I must have just forgotten

it’s like it never happened
it’s like it never happened

all the things you said
you said you never said
all the things I saw
that were never there

now I believe my eyes
now I believe my eyes
now I believe my eyes

I know my memory
it can play tricks on me
sometimes I misremember
yeah I can be like that

hey about that call
maybe I misread your tone
I have a tendency
for projecting my misery

it might be my imagination
I’m so sensitive
prone to exaggeration

it’s like it never happened

all the things you said
you said you never said
all the things I saw
that were never there

now I believe my eyes
now I believe my eyes
now I believe my eyes

now I believe my eyes
now I believe my eyes
now I believe my eyes