Sometimes I just lay down.
In my bed.
Lights off and silence.
And I close my eyes and think about you.
I think of everything from the first time we began.
To the smallest details that hang on every strand of my memory.
No matter how much I want to hate and forget it all.
My guard always falls.
The memories flow in like a river of endless water.
There's no drainage that can control this mess.
Every time I see you I think about you more.
I guess I'm angered by the memories because I don't think your mind does the same for me
And it *****! It really *****!
Because I'm stuck.
Stuck to memories that were just that.
Now I'm ashamed cause you don't think the same.
Cause your smile still makes my day.
And cause you just won't go away.