Tekstovi: The Unlovables. Nonstop Thinking Of You.

I'm beginning to annoy myself
With all this nonstop thinking of you
I try and try to think of something else
But no matter what, I just can't seem to
Nonstop, nonstop, nonstop thinking
Nonstop thinking of you
I think I'm going to drive myself mad
With all this nonstop thinking of you
I think about all of the good times we had
It makes me feel all shitty now that we're through
If my brain were a computer
I'd delete all of the files on you
I'd just click-drag them over to the trash
And get on with my life, and start anew
If my head were a great big notebook
I'd rip out all the pages on you and me
But my brain's just a brain, and it does what it wants
And I guess it wants to think about you constantly
I swear to god, I'm totally sick to death
Of all this nonstop thinking of you
Hang upside-down, or hold my breath
I can't escape no matter what I do