I Dream of You Coming Back Every Night Since the Morning You Left or Window in a Cheap Apartment Building

I was a hot mess
the morning you left
and the chill of the morning
crept in through the door
and the music was still playing
soft guitar
and piano
and heavy-handed metaphor
and I felt like I'd been there before
the déjà vu made me shiver
or was that a draft from the window?
I'll never know.