switch

My head is seriously hijacked -- often.

Those catchy little tunes, often that have little or no meaning, but stick like ugly glue, you know the one?

Sometimes I pick one up at church and days later my head is still going in circles with that tune.

Sometimes a bit of Tchaikovsky or Brahms drowns the hijacker out, and sometimes it just has to live its life. And sometimes the demon is a phrase from the aforementioned composer.

And if there are words, they muddle and change into something totally different.

Wish I had a switch.