Traffic

This is the third time this week that I find myself wandering down your street - and i can't seem to give it up. I've even stopped making these excuses for why you're stuck here in my thoughts when it's been long enough. I try to keep myself moving, but i'm not going anywhere.. I wait in the same spot brain like a parking lot you're the traffic in my head you're the reason why i'm wrecked I pray for it to stop like rain on the sidewalk traffic in my head you're the traffic in my head there's just too much to forget guess i should be happy now everything is back to how it was before you came around