All this stuff you hear,
Sometimes you're listening,
Sometimes you're not,
It shouldn't come as a shock
When you hear something new
And realise, it isn't,
You've heard it before,
But listening wasn't happening.
Is it this time,
Or is some synapse somewhere,
Lazy before, twitching now,
Just because, inside you,
This time is like no other,
Or exactly the same?