No Fun

You're in my head,

Tucked behind my left eye,

With a black dress on,

And high heel shoes that strap around your ankles.

(I know if I did

It would have turned out alright)

But instead I placed my hands

On your waist and told you

I couldn't possibly

But you look lovely

Anyway

So you left with a

Disappointed look on your face

And now you're getting me

Back

Hiding under my skull

Rooted in my brain

Out