There is inspiration flowing through my veins and words wrapping around in my mind. English class was always my favorite in high school and it broke my heart knowing I took my last literature class my freshman year in college. How could you expect me to not analyze every word?

You would send me songs, and I turned them into a playlist. As soon as you sent them I would listen to them at least twice, really focus on the meaning, pull up the lyrics and try to decipher what it meant. Some of them I could find connections in, others just had a good beat. All of them made you feel something.

We had very different music taste, there had to be a reason you sent them to me, right?

I always loved analyzing literature because you could never be wrong. You could turn anything into an explanation as long as you could defend your interpretation well.

When I realized these songs shouldn't have felt special cause you gave them to me, you stole all the words from me.