One Last Thing


I can't stop thinking about her
For 2 minutes.
Every night, before I sleep,
She's all I think about.
I feel so fucked up about it all,
But nothing's changed.

Is this supposed to be love?
Or just infatuation?

Cause I just don't know what to do.
Or do I?
And I just don't have the guts?
I'd sign with the latter,
But of course.

We talked last Saturday.
About nothing,
But we talked.
Same on Sunday.
And be damned if I can't remember
Anything better.