Oh, don't speak to me. I don't wanna know.
Oh, don't speak to me. I don't wanna know. Oh.

There's always been something 'bout the way you say my name, it arouse me off,
It sets me back and forth again.
There's always been something 'bout the way you're not quite there,
And still you're everywhere my messy mind has ever been.

Oh, don't speak to me. I don't wanna know.
Oh, don't speak to me. I don't wanna know. Oh.

There's always been something 'bout the way I look around. I'm never satisfied.
When life is good, I'm looking down.
There's always been something 'bout the way I try so hard and still don't give a shit
Just slow the wind, don't have to quit.

Oh, don't speak to me. I don't wanna know.
Oh, don't speak to me. I don't wanna know. Oh.

You give me so much. You give me so much. You give me so much.
You give me so much. You give me so much. You give me so much.
You give me so much. You give me so much. You give me so much.
You give me so much. You give me so much. You give me so much