Charlie Kaufman – Younger Hunger

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