Maybe Freud Was Right

The floodgates began
Because I care too much
I worry frantically
So, my mind searches for you
And I’ve been speaking to you in dreams

One night you were panicking and crying
The next, we walked around school corridors laughing along
The following, we discussed our lives under a lampshade

And when I finally saw you after four years
I somehow knew half the things you told me
Because whether or not you like to believe it, you will always find me