Song About You

We could pen most precious pulp flush with foamy love

But that would obscure the evolutionary purpose in perseverating on the negative

Hold dear to the most painful things, play them over and over in your mind

Cling to things only devastating, never let them go or leave them behind

Deep down inside there's this twerpy little minor chord

Pitiful, vulnerable and retreating inward

Let it play out, respond how we're conditioned to

It all goes to explain why there's never a song about you

We could express ourselves in miraculous ways and keep it solidly anodyne

But that would ignore what's physiologically at the core of fight or flight

Hold dear to the most painful things, play them over and over in your mind

Cling to things only devastating, never let them go or leave them behind

The amygdala inside, always on guard for a snake

Negativity bias baked into the brain

Play it out, respond how we're conditioned to

It all goes to explain why there's never a song about you

Trust me, you don't want a song about you