Thinking about you in certain states of mind disturbs me, confuses the timeline where I am and takes me to memories of the past. I think of you when I'm being happy and it robs me my welfare, 'cause reminds me that I wanted to be happy with you. I think of you when I'm being confused and makes me realize that it's 'cause how things were left behind. And thinking of you, with heart and soul, just reminds me of you, who and how you are, as you were, only as how you fit in the pieces I gave you. The past is memorable, the present is inadequate 'cause I can still see how my spirit is so below your's and the future just makes me want to walk along your ride.

I'm thinking about telling you to wait for me.