the music will get me there

another album on rotation,

i think the algorithm likes me,

painting every summer brat green,

we’ll watch the eras tour when you're here next,

what have you been listening to lately?

do you still think about me?

“tell me, why’d you have to have such a damn good taste in music?

if all my favourite songs make me think of you, i’m gonna lose it.”

i’ll make another playlist to find my way back to you,

another playlist i pray could summon you,

& you'd look at me past the end of the song,

“dance, dance to the radio,” you sing,

“while the devil takes control.”