you make me think of summer, walks and Popsicles,
you make music more musical, everything is silly yet important,
sometimes you make me worry, sometimes I wait for your call.
Most times, I try not to think of you, try not to call.
You're on my mind constantly, I cherish it but won't admit it.
I tell myself I'm silly, so very silly to think of you the way I do.
You make me giggle at things that are unfunny, make me want us to have inside jokes.
You make me want to talk about you, when you're not in context.
You make me feel like a crazy fool, I like it and hate it at the same time.
You make me over-analyse every little word and gesture,
this is the twisted joy of knowing I can feel like this while I can never have you.
