Custom Pillow (Overload)

Gifts are meant for the moment and serves the memories
Reminds you of the good times and other complexities

Those same memories can be just as cold or warm
Knowing you destroyed a friendship
A stone never left unturned

Cus when I look around the room I see
All the custom things you made for me
It makes me overload
And brings me to comatose
And if you lay your head on this custom pillow
I couldn't help but feel so low
The sadness sensory overload

Given my poor choice of words
I should really think more carefully
About what I do or say before I do or say anything

And if you burnt my clothes and my gifts
I’m glad it kept you warm for a few more seconds than I could've ever hoped for

And you never took one gift, and I’m glad, you never did
Since you’d have used it as tinder for when you were making fires on Hinge

At least I know now you’ll treat the next guy better
Go be happier than before, I invite you to the pleasure to
Fall in love again, fall in love forever

If you ever bothered to ask
I’m doing just fine, I’ve cut you out of my life for good
I’m just burning the memories we made
It’s locked away in a safe inside my brain
Where I threw away the key, never to see the light again

Now that I've thrown out this custom pillow
Your head will never be on it.
Moving on is not impossible
When you're already numb from overloading the throttle

I couldn't help but feel so low
Malicious sensory overload