Wrap around me

You know maybe pressure is good. Maybe it allows you to clear your mind of all that
other shit that seems to crowd this head these breezy days.
I wish I could block out what you said and then blur the borders around you.
Then I could focus on your eyes and play a track through my ears.
It would be like a movie. The camera would make circles around us.
And nothing else would matter. Someone in the audience would sigh.
When you hear that song, you just know it. You know that it has changed your life.
Not literally for the rest of your life, but a piece of you is now attached and that
bit of your time is significant enough for a sliver of memory to form.
I want to be your significant piece--just enough for those slivers of your memory.
I want to be your walls so I could push in and raise your internal pressure.