I'm not asking you to overreact
Or even come back with a counterattack
But I'm feeling kinda like an amnesiac
Though I can't stop thinking of you, that's fact
If I was an archeologist, you'd be my artifact
And if you were a tree, I'd be your lumberjack
If I was Scooby, you'd be my Scooby Snack
You'd be the storm cloud and I'd be your thunderclap
Now you've got acting like an insomniac
It's like my feelings have been mimeographed
You're considered the best of your kind (aristocrat)
And if I was a camera, you'd be my photograph
I'm the piggy to your back
You're the ginger to my snap
I'm feeling like a mime because I'm the only one who can see how much I've been trapped
