This one made me feel a lot of things.
Many of the songs I sing are ones that once made others think of me. It still hurts.
Some of the images I draw from are what others made for me. I still dream of them.
Sometimes, there's a scent passing me by, from their kitchen, his hiding spot, her bedroom. I'm still there.
I may have to lay down for a bit.
That sounds refreshingly direct.