It's always about how I used to feel
Disregard who I am now
But the further I scroll down
The more I know I'm not myself
But I hope that you do
Writing notes to myself in a red book
And even though they're addressed to me
I'm starting to think that they're not reminders
I know that I won't read them
But I hope that you do
Abba sits on the edge of a spotlit stage
Ink slowly leaks onto the page
If i had to I'd blame the rain
But I know you'd call that insane
And I hope that you do