A Love Uneven

In the span between each second
I think of you
I think of us
But you, my love
You don't think of me
And how can it be?
Am I not something you'd think of?
Or am I too easy to forget?
Am I something long lost?
Or am I too difficult to get?
You can think of me sometimes
You can think of me in your vice
And I'll think of you every second
I'll think of you twice