One of those intrusive thoughts that I had to write into a song to get out of my head: "what if my ex accidentally breaks no contact because we end up in the same concentration camp?" I'm not sure exactly how I'm going to produce this song, because it's going on a punk album but it's intended to be the one soft song at the end that haunts cis people after they hear it (well, cis white people anyway--I acknowledge that this is still a hypothetical for me but it's already reality for many Indigenous people in the US). So here's just the bass and the vocals, to give an idea of what it'll sound like.