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