Certain Songs

When you sleep
We are in your head
Picking memories from the places you regret
Anthem's cursed
So when we're dead
There'll be certain songs that take our place instead
But certain songs are cursed
Certain songs are cursed
And she'd break your heart
Still dances with you sometimes
Still throws his arms around you
And certain songs are played
How you tried to play along
But your steps were wrong
And all your friends took up the second verse
While you just blushed and thought the worst
But certain songs are cursed
Certain songs are cursed

They hang out uninvited in your head
It's nothing to do with conscious, thinking you
There's who you want slash try to be
And then there's who you really are
And these are the songs that make the
Show you the difference
With pin sharp accuracy
Of the smells of ex-lovers
The laughter of old friends
Of lost atmospheres and environments and scenery
And pointless detail
And every time you hear them by chance
And it's always by chance
To the needle
Scratch out a part of your soul
The scientists have yet to dominate
There's nothing you can do but relax
And build a
And a few years time
When you're sitting in a bar or a club
Or around a friend's kitchen
And some plaintiff exposes those
Hideously overfamiliar opening daggers
You'll be able to quell those emotions
With the briefest of facial ticks
And no one around you needs to ever know that
Out of all the Postal Service
And No Twist and Al's you listened to that summer
Double Bright Eyes albums, whole B-side compilations
Repeated plays of Goodbye Sky Harper
You had your worst ever heartbreak
To fucking Run by fucking Snow Patrol