I cringe every time I hear this word
It reminds me of how you could never let go of the past

Clinging on to anything else
Than the most important thing to me-
the moment we were living in

I was building memories then
The ones that play over and over in my head now
And you were trying to forget then
I think you must be an expert in forgetting now

I wonder if you think of us, nostalgia and all
And it makes me cringe, all over again