This morning,
When I couldn't stop thinking about you,
Or maybe the idea of you,
     (You see I don't know you rather well)
And I couldn't get anything done,
I went for a bike ride.

After fifteen seconds
Of fresh air
My tire popped
And I fell on my face.

And while I'm not writing this
To blame you,
Or make you feel bad,
Per se....
I just think you should know
How much I go through
For you.