Can't Help It

I think of you far more often than I'd ever admit out loud. It's been over 2 years since I last saw you, and still you haunt me like a troubled ghost. I go to sleep at night, knowing you'll be waiting patiently for me in some crazy dream. There's a handful of song that, the second I hear them, it's like I'm in a trance, hypnotized. It's like I'm back there again. Given these thoughts, yeah, I can't help but wonder if you are plagued by similar thoughts of me. Hell, sometimes I wonder if you'd even recognize me anymore. I hope so. It seems only fair that you'd be plagued too, since you seem to plague so many thoughts of mine.