I can't get you out of my head no matter how hard I try. You're stuck in the back of my mind like gum on a desk, gross but good analogy. Gum under desks stick around for a really, really long time. And unless someone puts a lot of time and effort into scrapping it off, the gum will remain. I'm not quite sure how to act, to think, to breathe, when I'm around you. I can't keep my head, I'm loosing my cool, just the sight of you makes me feel turn into a fool
