The Most Americans to whom it may concern

I can't get you off of my mind,
I tried to burn you down like a forest fire,
I held you under in a lake of red wine
And I couldn't get you off of my mind
And I can't get you out from under my skin,
Like those burrowed fangs and the numbing poison,
Like a six inch splinter in the palm of your hand
It's gonna hurt to get you out from under my skin
And I can't get you off of my brain,
No my mind is running like it's being chased
Not a passing sight from the window of a train
Could get you off of my brain
And I can't get you out of my head,
No you're trapped in my labyrinth
You're a prisoner at my last line of defense
And I'll never let you out of my head
And I can't get you off of my mind,
I tried to burn you down like a forest fire
And I held you under in a lake of red wine
And I couldn't get you off of my mind