Zoinks!

I wrote too many things about you
So many thoughts strewn 'round my room
Be it spite or discount blues
I only ever watch the news, and it's
Crazy
Crazy
Crazy
Crazy

Take myself to task
I knew it wouldn't last
What's done is done
So hit the ground and run
What's here is here
There's no need to fear
I've come undone
I hope you had your fun

I'm so afraid of what I do now
Nothing really still feels new now
The weight on my neck's like a brick
There's no point in whittling stick, til it's
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing

Talking to myself
can't put it on the shelf
Fight my own head
Like it's all full of lead
Say what I think
It brings me to the brink
The question now
Is when it got so loud