Occupy my head and hands with anything far from her,
It’s dragging me under my covers and I don’t want to return,
I just think about her as much as I breathe it’s no big deal.
Round still round and round it’s pathetic and repetitive,
Yet I can’t shake her energy away from my head a tormenting sedative,
Longing used against me by this parched heart.
I cannot stay like this.
More to life than waiting on someday soon.
Get out of my head.
Can’t concentrate like this she’s in everything.