whatever it is, it short circuits my brain. it takes what it wants and leaves no trace of ego or thought. like a phantom lover that steals into your bedroom at night leaving no fingerprints. no notes, except the ones still playing down below. chords ring throughout the night and tie me up and downtown. i am rushing to meet you back at the place you said you’d wait. but there is always someone else there i don’t recognize. was it you all along?