Gonna pretend
That you're the easiest thing
To give up for lent
Even more than wine or ice cream
I'll try to convince
That they're all sweeter on my lips
More than your skin
So it's truly unfortunately
That everyone knows
I'm full of shit
What what else am I supposed to do
I gotta stop thinking of you
Gonna forget
That you have that hot accent
I'm not gonna let
The way you say my name affect
The drum in my chest
So when my beat starts gettin fast
You've nothing to do with it
So it's quite unfortunately
That everyone knows
I'm full of shit
What what else am I supposed to do
I gotta stop thinkin' of you
No more love songs
Unless you count this as one
No more sweet thoughts
Just after these ones they'll be done
No more memories
In my head repeating scenes
Of you weak weakening me
At the knees (down on my knees)
Not gonna spend
Another second thinkin' things
That happened when
We were hiding out in your bed
I'm just gonna
Just gonna, just gonna
Act like you did
Not really impress I've seen better anyway
You really weren't that great
It's such a shame that
I'm full of shit
What what else am I supposed to do
I gotta stop I gotta stop I gotta stop
Thinkin' of you