I find this whisper of fear It’s beside me, always, right at my arm. What can I do, what can I do to be rid of you? The warm breeze of false promise Blows over me, lands right here. What can I say, what can I say to make you go away? The smell of that sunscreen From summers past, stabs. What can I think, what can I think to make your memory sink? I would rip it out and throw it away I would hide it and not think of that day I would wash it and clean it and be made new But I can never, never forget that terrible you.