Ignore That 🙃

experimental, alt-pop, hyperpop (hypercore) / alt-EDM, nu-grunge, southern gothic

Sorry I’m late, guys.
Let’s start the track.
And finish this song.
Ready…
One…
Two…
Three…
There’s something about the way
The light falls
Through the window.
Painting gold
Across the room.
Like it knows
Something I don’t.
It reminds me…
It reminds me…
Okay guys.
Stop the tape.
“It reminded me.”
My gas light’s on.
Ignore that.
Let’s start over.
Run the tape.
“There’s something about the way—”
Fuck.
Hold on.
I forgot.
I think I left the lights on.
Hey Google…
Don’t you have reminders?
Or was it Siri?
Don’t answer that.
I forgot the question.
What was I doing?
Dammit.
“Dammit.”
Don’t think.
Just do it.
No, don’t.
Whole room spinning.
Just do it.
Wait…
What was I talking about?
My thoughts keep changing channels.
I walked in here
For a reason.
Forgot it.
Opened my phone
To check the weather.
Now I’m watching
A guy power washing his house.
Fo-forgot it.
Fo-fo-forgot it.
Right!
I remember—
I needed my keys.
…
No.
Still gone.
Someone’s laughing
Over my shoulder.
Pretty sure
It’s not about me.
Probably about me.
Actually, no.
“We’re not doing that today.”
Unless we are.
Focus.
Focus.
Focus.
Focus.
Why is focusing
So loud?
The fridge is humming
Like it’s got opinions.
Too much.
Too much.
Too much.
Don’t think.
Just do it.
Wait…
That’s terrible advice.
Whole room spinning.
Standing still.
Don’t think—
Oh look.
What?
Nothing.
Let’s keep going.
The music’s louder
Than before.
Or maybe
I’m closer.
I don’t know.
Hard to tell.
You moved
Three inches.
Somehow
That’s a situation.
Seriously guys,
I’m overstimulated.
Did I put on deodorant?
My brain’s filing book reports
Nobody asked for.
Chapter one:
Focus.
Chapter two:
Panic.
Chapter three:
Eye contact.
Chapter four:
This is ridiculous.
Chapter five…
Maybe not.
Seriously…
My gas light’s been on
For twenty minutes.
Why am I remembering that now?!
Wait…
Where are we?
What was I saying?
Gas light—
Keys—
Deodorant—
Wait!
That’s not it!
Write that down.
Write that down!
Hey Siri,
Open Notes.
…
Why am I on Instagram?
Dammit.
Don’t think.
Nike said,
“Just do it.”
Wait…
Think a little.
Actually…
Don’t.
Forty tabs.
Half a thought.
Three new hobbies
That I bought.
Whole room spinning.
I need to sit down.
I need water.
Heart says run.
Brain says chill.
Wait!
Right!
I remember!
I was supposed to get gas!!
Yes!!
That was it!!
Wait…
No.
That was the first thing.
Forget it.
Fo-forget it.
There’s something
About the way
The light falls
Through the window.
“It reminds me—”
Of—
I give up!!!

2450/7500

Sorry I’m late, guys. Let’s start the track. And finish this song. Ready… One… Two… Three… There’s something about the way The light falls Through the window. Painting gold Across the room. Like it knows Something I don’t. It reminds me… It reminds me… Okay guys. Stop the tape. “It reminded me.” My gas light’s on. Ignore that. Let’s start over. Run the tape. “There’s something about the way—” Fuck. Hold on. I forgot. I think I left the lights on. Hey Google… Don’t you have reminders? Or was it Siri? Don’t answer that. I forgot the question. What was I doing? Dammit. “Dammit.” Don’t think. Just do it. No, don’t. Whole room spinning. Just do it. Wait… What was I talking about? My thoughts keep changing channels. I walked in here For a reason. Forgot it. Opened my phone To check the weather. Now I’m watching A guy power washing his house. Fo-forgot it. Fo-fo-forgot it. Right! I remember— I needed my keys. … No. Still gone. Someone’s laughing Over my shoulder. Pretty sure It’s not about me. Probably about me. Actually, no. “We’re not doing that today.” Unless we are. Focus. Focus. Focus. Focus. Why is focusing So loud? The fridge is humming Like it’s got opinions. Too much. Too much. Too much. Don’t think. Just do it. Wait… That’s terrible advice. Whole room spinning. Standing still. Don’t think— Oh look. What? Nothing. Let’s keep going. The music’s louder Than before. Or maybe I’m closer. I don’t know. Hard to tell. You moved Three inches. Somehow That’s a situation. Seriously guys, I’m overstimulated. Did I put on deodorant? My brain’s filing book reports Nobody asked for. Chapter one: Focus. Chapter two: Panic. Chapter three: Eye contact. Chapter four: This is ridiculous. Chapter five… Maybe not. Seriously… My gas light’s been on For twenty minutes. Why am I remembering that now?! Wait… Where are we? What was I saying? Gas light— Keys— Deodorant— Wait! That’s not it! Write that down. Write that down! Hey Siri, Open Notes. … Why am I on Instagram? Dammit. Don’t think. Nike said, “Just do it.” Wait… Think a little. Actually… Don’t. Forty tabs. Half a thought. Three new hobbies That I bought. Whole room spinning. I need to sit down. I need water. Heart says run. Brain says chill. Wait! Right! I remember! I was supposed to get gas!! Yes!! That was it!! Wait… No. That was the first thing. Forget it. Fo-forget it. There’s something About the way The light falls Through the window. “It reminds me—” Of— I give up!!!

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