The Pessimist Solution

Punch Drunk
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 ridiculous
How can I be so meticulous?
Cutting off loose ends while thinkin' 'bout you
Woah-oh, just stop it
Woah-oh, keep fighting it
Woah-oh, just brain dead
Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-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