Sprawled out on my bed,
He's stuck in my head, again.
It seems I'm creating a habit.
For him; I'll always write ballads.

And I wonder if he can tell,
He's the reason I've lost my frown.
In his heart I'll eternally dwell.
When I'm around he's such a clown.

No, he always is.
And I wish I were still his.
But he truly deserves so much better.
I wish his arms would act as my sweater.

He's literally hacked into my mind.
I can't stop thinking about him tonight.