My Old Sweetheart

You dwell in my thoughts and curse my dreams
I think of you constantly, everyday it seems.
I wish to be near you, to hold and comfort you
to fall into the deepest of loves with you.
But you despise me, and this much is true
you told me I stank, so where do I rank
amongst the lovers who hurt you?
I wish to redo all that we went through,
its a constant thought I can't restrain.
Oh, what i would give to be again on that plane.