Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up.
My thoughts, they refuse to stop.
My thoughts, they're tying my stomach into a knot.
I always feel like you want me, but then others come into view, and then again, you might be keeping secrets, that's something you tend to do.
Make this stop, make my confusion go away,
If you want me to leave, then stop asking me to stay.
Maybe I'm just acting idiotic,
or maybe I'm just no longer your narcotic.
