But My Head...

How do you think of me?
Do yo see my face
when you're laying in bed at night?
How about my jokes
Do you remember those
Or the times that I made you smile?
How much space in that head of yours
Does my being occupy?
I count the days that I don't see you
I dread the ones I do
Those lips...
Tempting me every single time
But still so forbidden
Bad idea...
My brain says bad idea
I wear my heart upon my sleeve
But still not completely uncovered
It's telling me: "go ahead, do something!"
But my head...
I ought to stop thinking