The Pessimist Solution

You're alone but I'm not thinkin 'bout Ways around this self inflicted doubt
Splitting hairs but I'm not thinkin bout you This is getting so rediculous
How can I be so meticulous?
Cutting off loose ends while thinkin' bout you

Whoa-oh, just stop it
Whoa-oh, keep fighting it
Whoa-oh, just brain dead
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh!

You say that I'm dumb, unmotivated Lack of aspirations and confused
Ashamed of the way i sit around And build myself a wall
You're getting to me now

Did you know that I'm sick of you? Everything I say gets misconstrued Better that than be understood by you Cutting off contact with everything
Actions only rot and turn to waste I'm a ticking time bomb dreaming 'bout you

Not now, I'm not ready
Go on, kill faster please
Not now, I'm begging