The psychotic laughter of Saturn through the night as I prove him right.
And then
Well nothing, but he thinks it’s good.
Stumbling along the oldest song in my library.
It’s not like you’ve lost, it’s just starting
Don’t lose, don’t erase, don’t break it.
It’s on repeat.
Here and there,
The mermaids sing it,
And now this
Nostalgic song that I won’t hand over.
Because it’s mine.
I gave up every song I could hide in
To get here so I feel like I lose either way,
But they keep saying don’t.
You can’t set the internet on fire anyways.
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