I was picking up a suit from the dry cleaners
Which was standard for me
Thursday, 12:30, I got a pretty solid routine these days
I don't know, it just works for me
Anyway, I was leaving I was getting in my car
And I went to adjust the rearview mirror, but in its reflection
Just for a second, I saw a figure, started to trigger
Memories of what I had learned, stopped me in my tracks
Who was that? it was my lover, my lover, from a past life
From a past life (feel like I saw a ghost)
From a past life (so unexpected)
From a past life (I was transfixed)
From a past life
Well, somewhere between a lover and a friend
It was different back then
Surreal, poetic so I'd say, like a bizarre chick flick with a confusing end
But I shut it down, closed it off
The sounds and smells I made myself forget
worst
which
trying
thursday
these
surreal
stranger
switching
stopped
standard
right
solution
reflection
started
random
transfixed
pretty
rearview
poetic
flick
tracks
crazy
smells
feels
somewhere
hello
friend
maybe
cleaners
consumes
chick
cheap
unexpected
different
lover
picking
anyway
could
bizarre
always
ghost
became
event
about
works
between
moving
sounds
bones
closed
confusing
block
routine
forget
wanna
first
second
getting
trigger
adjust
leaving
phone
guess
tried
happen
thought
instantly
takes
knows
mirror
learned
memories
solid
myself
figure
number
never
banal
normal
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