If there were anything I could do
To keep myself from thinking of you,
I wouldn't do it:
I wouldn't want to.

I wouldn't write;
I wouldn't read;
I wouldn't draw;
I wouldn't grow seeds.
Cuz you know what?
I wouldn't want to.

I wouldn't watch TV
Or go shopping with my friends;
I wouldn't read or cook
Or talk about split ends.
Cuz you know what?
I wouldn't want to.

I would, however, let you in
And fill my thoughts with you.
I'd think about you all the time;
The whole world would know it, too.

Cuz if there were anything I could do
To keep myself from thinking of you,
I wouldn't do it:
I wouldn't want to.