The beginning of my summer
Held nothing but withdrawal symptoms.
When you're addicted to a thing,
It's a hard habit to kick.
But when you're addicted to a person
Every little thing makes you think of them.
You hear that song and you remember.
You see something the color of his eyes
And it sends you into a tailspin.
Every place, everywhere
There's something.
And the trickiest part?
You never know what it'll be.