Hunted

I'll write another note to make sure that I don't forget
I'll shave my body, so I'm perfect for when we have sex
I'll go for rounds and the guilt will leave me with the sweat

I'll check my memories, so I know exactly what I've said
Revise our conversations every night when we're in bed
I'll never rest till I'm broken-down or better yet

I'll turn my phone off, so I'm never distracted
Confess my sins somewhere crimes are redacted
I'll write a song about thinking too much
Try to take myself to dinner, but I never show up
That's what happens when you're hunted by the things that you just wanna forget