What is it with you
Coming when my mind blurs

What is it with my brain
Bringing you up when I less need it

What is it with the nights
That make me forget I remembered you

And what is it with the mornings
That wake up the fear inside me when I realize it was just like it happened

That I remember you when my reason fades
Just like my lack of it was what linked us together in the first place
And ruined me in ways I never imagined

What is it with me
And my denial of letting it go?
It is already over
So why do you still show?