Where did these come from
Brush them off, yeah, brush them off
               They won't leave
Sticky, spun strong like the spider's web  
Try again
Dance around like crazy trying to flick them away
                All to no avail, still there
Lay with someone else
A name slips....yours, Freudian slip
If they heard they didn't say
                Has happened more than once
                all trying to not let this be
Spider's web weaved around my heart
Scared, can't do this.
Not ready. Not yet.
                ready, not ready
                just afraid of being again left alone
Try to brush them off, sweep under the rug, wash them off, drink and sleep them away
****, still there....
              *For this roller-coaster ride I guess I'll start to prepare.