I can't seem to write anything good
and it's all your fault!
You're stuck in my head
and I can't get you out.
I know you didn't mean it, but still
I can't help it—I need to blame it on someone!
All I can think about is you:
your face, your eyes, your voice, your smile.
I wish I could
get your song
out of my head!
I hate this part—the falling.
That's right; I'm falling!
I don't know where I'll land.
I could fall flat on my face,
bruised and torn—maybe never healing again!
Or, I could land safely
in your arms—which is what I prefer.
What do you think?
Can I blame you for all this?
I think so—it's all your fault!