Certain Songs - Johnny Foreigner

When you sleep, we are in your head

Picking memories from the places you regret

Anthems cursed, so when we’re dead

Follow the certain songs that take her place instead

Certain songs are cursed

Certain songs are cursed

It should break your heart

He still dances with you sometimes

Still throws his arms around you when

Certain songs are playing

How you try to play along

But your steps are wrong

And all your friends took up and sat and conversed

While you just blushed and felt the worst

Certain songs are cursed

Certain songs are cursed

Certain songs are cursed, they hang out uninvited in your head.

It’s nothing to

do with conscience, thinking you.

There’s who you want slash try to be,

and there’s who you really are.

To be able to quell those emotions with the

briefest of facial tics, and no one around you needs to ever know that.

Out of all the Postal Service and Notwist and albums you listened to that

summer, double Bright Eyes albums, whole B-side compilations, repeated

playlists of «Goodbye Sky Harbor», you had your worst ever heartbreak to

fucking «Run» by fucking Snow Patrol