Well, I'm deep in my mind again.

And so I ran back to you,

for I wrote it somewhere in one of my journals,

you're like a Poseidon,

you've used your powers to have the tide grab me to your ocean,

and just like that,

I reread our conversations

and I saw

how I was trying so hard,

and how you were nonchalant,

how you put in no effort at all,

how I always had to make up some excuse to text you.

Oh, but you are deep!

No other boy makes me feel it,

that abdominal migrane,

with no one else can I speak

about as many subjects as I could with you!

You knew so much about as many things as me,

never have I ever met a boy as smart as I am,

and now you've gone away!

Oh, I'm so deep in,

I've got selective memory.