Brain Hotel

You abide in my mind like it's a haven, a safe spot, a place to go when there's no one else, and you're alone. 

I tell you stop, I don't need you here, you're not welcome, but then I open the door and you waltz right into my brain with a grin on your face and a spring in your step. Tell me, what makes you like it so much here, why is it so easy for you to stay for hours, occupying my thoughts like there's nowhere else you'd rather be? I'd ask you to leave, get out, out of my sight out of my mind out of my personal thoughts, but I let you stay. I let you stay because no matter how much I wish you weren't the one living in my head, I know it's my fault. Not yours.