Breathe

It seems some songs have a "stuck record" effect built right in. The notes swirl like an intrusive thot after a random message at three in the morning. At first, you convince yourself that it's nothing special, just a game, just chemistry. But your pulse still adjusts to the beat, and it's impossible to stop. The rhythm beats steadily, like a heart that has decided drama is a sport. The words sound like self-justification, but my breathing is becoming increasingly labored, and it feels as if the air itself is getting heavier. Each line is an attempt to convince myself that the feelings aren't serious, just a lingering habit. The song smells of late nights, burnt-out light bulbs, and that strange calm before a new cycle of obsession. When it doesn't seem like love, but your whole body behaves as if it is.