You keep busy, overwhelm your brain,
Try to stop thinking about him, about being with him.
It’s not healthy, you tell yourself, inside your head.
No way he’d ever be interested in you, you wonder.
Maybe he has a girlfriend, you assume.
You don’t want him, you yell at yourself, inside your head.
He is only perfect because he lives inside your mind, you reason.
He plays with his booger and scratches his crotch, you pretend.
Enough! I said, not inside my head.
You know how you can stop this craziness?