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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