My head is spinning 'cause I’ve got nothing to do, 'cause every time I think of things to do they’re things to do with you. You said “I love you still, I just don’t know if I will some 20 years down so let’s just call it off right now,” and now my brain is melting because you don’t make any sense, you pushed me down this fucking hill while you’re still sitting on the fence. You said “I needed a break, and I made a big mistake, but he don’t mean anything because you’re the only one for me,” and now I’m fighting back the words, because I don’t want you to hurt like the way I feel inside. I know I shouldn’t give a shit, I know that I should say something, but I can’t bring myself to make you cry. You’re a headache and I can’t stand you.