I put your picture under my pillow
And dream of you as I’m in bed.
Then I get up in the morning
And I tear your face to shreds.
One minute, I swear I can’t live without you
And the next I wish you dead.
That’s what happens when your heart is clashing
With the logic in your head.

One day I’m wearing rose-colored glasses;
The next I want to claw out my eyes.
Sometimes you make me bloom and flourish;
Other times you’re my demise.
Today my smile can’t be broken.
Tomorrow all you’ll hear is my cries.
That’s what happens when you’re young:
Your heart is fragile and unwise.

I love you on Monday
But by Friday I hate you again.
I need you on Sunday
But by Wednesday I don’t even want to be your friend.
The weekend comes around and I’m regretting
All the time I spend
Worrying about you and the stupid things you do.
But I can’t pretend
That I don’t still love you in the end.

I close my eyes and all I can see
Is your handsome, smiling face.
Then I open them and there you are
And I wish I could erase
Your big brown eyes; your pearly teeth . . .
I such a basket case!
Because what I’m feeling inside
Changes at an scary pace.

I play back all those videos
So I can hear your voice.
Then every word you say annoys me.
I shut you off like you’re just noise.
You say something nice; then something rude.
I don’t understand boys!
My heart and mind are so at odds;
Wish I could stop and make a choice.

I love you on Monday
But by Friday I hate you again.
I miss you on Sunday;
When you’re missing on Wednesday I smile and say, “Amen.”
My heart’s a tornado; I can’t seem to calm it,
And I can’t comprehend
How I feel about you and the stupid things you do.
But I can’t pretend
That I don’t still love you in the end.

You’re beautiful; you’re ugly.
You’re senseless; you’re adorable.
Everything you say is right.
Every word you speak is horrible.
You’re the sweetest boy I’ve ever known.
Your character’s deplorable.
I’m not sure if I hate you or not,
But my love for you’s incurable.

Because I love you on Monday
And on Friday you’re still my friend.
I want to kiss you on Sunday
And on Wednesday I hope that this will never end.
Even when you make mistakes, I keep falling in love with you
Over and over again;
With how I feel about you and the stupid things you do.
And I won’t pretend
That I don’t still love you in the end.