"traffic." by marie digby.

this is the third time this week
that I find myself wandering down your street
and i can't seem to give it up.
i've even stopped making these excuses
for why you're stuck here in my thoughts
when it's been long enough.

i try to keep myself moving, but i'm not getting anywhere..

i wait in the same spot
brain like a parking lot
you're the traffic in my head
you're the reason that i'm wrecked
i pray for it to stop
like rain on the sidewalk
traffic in my head
you're the traffic in my head
there's just too much to forget

guess i should be happy now
everything is back to how it was
before you came around
i'm already changing
i've even tried to find a new distraction
but still you surround
as if it's not hard enough

and i try to keep myself moving but i'm not going anywhere

I wait in the same spot
brain like a parking lot
you're the traffic in my head
you're the reason that i'm wrecked
I pray for it to stop
like rain on the sidewalk
traffic in my head
you're the traffic in my head
there's just too much to forget

a part of me thinks that i'm going crazy
the world's spinning
my vision is hazy
and none of this makes any sense
i never meant for this to end
i can do what i have to do..
if i could only get around you