Sort It Out

I always think about All the things I did wrong in my entire life Like you, what am I to do? My heart is such a mess and the chaos in my brain Oh how I regret not to Get it off my chest If I told you that I liked you You'd pretend to be delighted I don't sue you don't want to be rude It's okay that's just my life I'm used to it would be just fair to shut my mind You seem to be so nice I always get annoyed Cause I guess you hate me Or am I just paranoid? Oh no, what is going on? I asked my therapist But he told me everything is fine with me Oh well, what does that mean? You tell me that you listen But it feels like you're intrigued By everything, but me I don't mean to be obsessive But I like the definition Of a favorite human being We could stay up all night Telling stories of our lives We could hang around and smile And act like nothings wrong We could stay up all night Telling stories of good old times But I guess you're not the one So come on now, come on now Just sort it out Just sort it out