Three months later And I still find Your curly black hair In my brush In MY brush Because for some reason Three months later I can't be rid of you When I think I'm done When I think I'm over Clear Fresh Finally finished Thoughts of you Plague my mind Memories flood me Dreams arouse me And I am Overcome I am yours Once more In those thoughts Those memories Those dreams We're back To the way we were Happy Loving Wrapped in each other Until I open my eyes Shake my head And scream Scream at you At the way You ended things The dream ends And I remember I'm just cleaning A ******* hair brush