I smell you everywhere - at work, at home, at church, the bank, the store. Why did you pick such a common perfume? You know how good my memory is. It tortures me.
You're still here after you've gone, clinging to everything you touched. I hate it. It reminds me of you, and makes me delusional. You'd go insane realizing the volume of monuments I've raised in your honor. You'd fall flat seeing the magnitude of grandiose imagination stolen away to commemorate the times that never happened.
Quit taking up my thoughts. Get out of my head. To be honest, you don't deserve to be there.
To be honest, I deserve better.
To be honest...
You can fly to the ends of the earth, and you're still here, taunting me with your smell. Curse the innovative mind who created such a painful fragrance.