I sat in my room, listening to the news on the radio…I heard your name. My heart skipped a beat, even though I knew it shouldn't. Try telling it that.
The lady is saying something about an accident…I try not to care. You aren't my concern. At least that's what I keep telling myself.
But I can't keep it out of my head….it just sticks there. The thought of you, my car, that snow berm…I never knew it would be this hard. It's like you crawled into my head and set up permanent residence. I can't get you out. I'm so sick of thinking about you, but I can't stop. I go to sleep and you're there in my dreams…why won't you just go away? I squirm, trying to get rid of the image of you. Eventually I just get too tired to do anything but let you run your course.
And then you call me…you're okay…but I'm not. Now that I know you're okay, it's taking everything inside of me not to go see you. Not to go touch you. I can't fight this much longer. I'm stuck on you. It's like I can't get away…I can't escape.