I wake up and think of you.
Think of the times we laughed.
Think of the times we cried.
It makes me sick.

I walk to school and see you.
See the hill where we sat together.
See the bench where we talked for hours.
It makes me sick.

I open my locker and smell you.
Smell the perfume when you were next to me.
Smell the shampoo when we hugged.
It makes me sick.

I walk down the hall and I feel you.
Feel you in my arms when I caught you by surprise.
Feel your arms around me when you surprised me.
It makes me sick.

I sit at my desk and I hear you.
Hear the way my heart beat when I saw you.
Hear the way you laughed when I made a joke.
It makes me sick.

There's the bell and I taste you.
Taste the way our lips met before I went to practice.
Taste your strawberry lip-gloss long after we parted.
It makes me sick.

It's getting dark and I see you again.
See the sunsets we watched together.
See the way you looked at me.
It makes me sick.

I jump into bed and think of you.
Think of how I'd lay there thinking of you.
Think of how you never think of me anymore.
You make me sick.