The Pessimist Solution

Punch Drunk

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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