I spent last night on the internet Tryna fill space in my mind Having the time of my life Then I looked up hypochondriac
Now I’m worried that I’m a hypochondriac So ironic, my life is a comic So Charlie Kaufman
I often wonder if This is my story Or am I the guy Who walks by on page 25
I lose control Every time you call I fall against the wall I let it ring too long I let it sing my song
I can’t stop thinking bout What you’re thinking bout When I’m thinking bout you
I start thinking too much I start thinking too much You stop giving a fuck You stop giving a fuck
I start thinking too much I start thinking too much You stop giving a fuck You stop giving a fuck
I don’t need nobody telling me what I’m tryna be You put your problems over me Not a diary, not a blank canvas for you To paint me like you I can’t stop thinkin’ bout what you’re telling me When I’m not listening
I can’t help it You lost me completely That’s why things are rocky lately I can’t breathe when you breathe next to me I can’t stop thinking bout What you’re thinking bout When I’m thinking bout you
I start thinking too much I start thinking too much You stop giving a fuck You stop giving a fuck
I start thinking too much I start thinking too much You stop giving a fuck You stop giving a fuck
I spent last night on the internet Tryna fill space in my mind I’m tryna waste a little bit of time Tryin’ too much I’m trying too much why try
I start thinking too much I start thinking too much You stop giving a fuck You stop giving a fuck
I start thinking too much I start thinking too much You stop giving a fuck You stop giving a fuck
I start thinking too much I start thinking too much You stop giving a fuck You stop giving a fuck