I wonder if I'm on her mind like how she's on mine? I wonder if she has a bad day, but it turns around because she thinks of our past pointless conversations and smiles. I wonder if she ever thought about calling me? I think like that, no matter how much I try to kick her out of my mind, my brain I still think like that. She's like a computer virus, or the flu. Once she finds a way in, she'll always be there. You can use a vaccine, but she'll always be back.
