every day i wake up and tell myself not to think of you.
i try very hard not to think of you.
your eyes, the way you made me laugh whenever i was down, the fact that we had every little detail, even to our favorite video game in common.
believe it or not, i try not to think about you.

and then i get ready for the day.
i sit down on the edge of my bed,
routinely if you will.
and i look into the mirror opposite my bed on the wall.
and behind me i see the black curtains that have been in my room since forever.
the ones that also happen to be in the back of a picture of us taken not so long ago.
its silly to be upset over that, right?
its silly that i feel like im going to throw up,
just from sitting at the end of my bed,
right?

so a few days ago, i decided to do something.
i moved my bed.
all the way into the corner, away from everything else in my room.
away from the thought of you.
and i thought this would fix my issue.
it didnt.

do you understand what im saying?
cant you see what im seeing?
everything reminds me of you.

no bed arrangement would stop me from thinking about you.
its hard knowing you dont think of me.
it doesnt even matter which way i take to my spanish class,
because i always bump into you.
and you remain on my mind.