Why Does Everything Remind Me of Something Else?
Why does everything remind me
Of something else?
And by something else
I mean one specific person
That contaminated half of the world for me
Why can't San Francisco
Just be San Francisco
Instead of where we fell in love?
Why can't black jeeps just be black jeeps
Why do I always have to look twice
To make sure he's not at the wheel?
Why can't daisies just be daisies
Instead of what he gave me
On the worst day?
Now I'll spend the rest of my life
Trying to change
What everything symbolizes to me
So then I can be free of him
At last
But some days the symbols are all I've got
And I cling to them
So maybe I don't want to be free
As much as I'd like to believe
