I knew this all along.
Yet, I kept playing that song.
That song that brought me back to you.
That dumb song.
With the memories, the mistakes, the regret.
It took me on a whirlwind through the past.
I looked pass what you did, and only listened to what you said.
Where was my head?
In a gutter somewhere.
Being chewed upon by rats.
Sitting on a stoop somewhere.
Thinking about how I’ve been dooped.