I got memories of you,
Popping in and out
Like tiny bubbles In the the summer sun.

They stick to me like glue.
Like an addiction, I wish that I could kick you.
But I just keep crawling back.
Like a pain in the small of my back.

I am at war in my head.
Fighting demons off,
and hoping the Angels hold them back.
I don't have the guts to retreat.
My every emotion is telling me to give in.

Memories in my head of you,
Popping like Bubbles in in the summer time.