In actuality, You are average.
A product of chance.
Apart from your hair,
No different from the rest.

Really, I shouldn't make
A typical girl like You
Anything but typical.
But I typically do.

And here I am now,
Late night, early summer.
A commitment to sleep,
But I lie awake and wonder.

Sleep is the girl that lies in my bed,
You are the girl that hides in my head.

I'm not in your life anymore,
And You made that choice.
But I made it easy.
You have mental issues?

No, you make me crazy.