Tekster: The Living End. Modern ARTillery. So What.

Well, I've been going out of my head since I met you
But you drive me up the wall, it seems, what more can I do?
You're just no good for me so lock me up and throw away the key
'Cause I've just about had all I can take from you

Well, I've been going out of my head since I found you
But you turned out to be poison, now I'm feelin' blue
But everythin' will be alright if I can keep you out of sight
Six feet under where no one will have a clue

So what, you never even gimme one shot
I don't wanna rain on your parade
You're really somethin' and I'm nearly jumpin'
Well, I've been going out of my head since I met you

So what, you never even gimme one shot
I don't wanna rain on your parade
You're really somethin' and I'm nearly jumpin'
Well, I've been going out of my head since I met you
Well, I've been going out of my head since I met you