Your thoughts got lodged in my brain
Like a tiny pebble in my shoe
And now I can’t think of anything else
No matter what I do.
It’s like when you are walking down the street
And you know something hurts your foot
This pesky little pebble is big enough to notice
But small enough to not want to bend down and take off my shoe.
But I would have to do something about it
Something about it has to be done–
I can’t keep pondering over you
It’s not really that much fun.