Songtext von 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