The annoyance grows quickly and I feel the urge to throttle someone, anyone. I can hear the same, stupid lyrics repeating in my head on a continuous loop. The beat pounds in my head, starting to give me a major headache. I grind my teeth, wishing I could do something about it. I am beginning to become a bag full of crazy and I could practically climb the walls. At this point, I would rather spend the rest of my life in silence if this song would just go away. Why won’t he stop? Why won’t he leave me be?
I’m gonna pop some tags
Only got 20 dollars in my pocket
I’m huntin’, looking for a come-up
This is fucking awesome
Word Count: 100
Author’s Note: The lyrics belong to Thrift Shop by Macklemore and Ryan Lewis.
