It’s kinda like the feeling you get when you’re finally peeling the flag magnet off your car. It’s been stuck to your driver’s door since 2001. Now it’s knotted in a trash bag, at the bottom of the trash, way back, back, back, at the back of the garage. Oh, when I think of 9/11, I wish I would I would’ve followed you home. Oh Erin, I wish I would’ve followed you home.