Tell me all your thoughts on God
Cause I really want to meet her
The lyrics keep running thru my mind
Earworms, they call them
Songs that you just can’t stop hearing
That’s kinda the way you are to me
You keep running thru my mind
At times I don’t want to hear you
Over and over, memories they plague me
When all I want to do is forget
Forget I ever knew you
Heartworm, that must be what you are
I thought that was something to do with dogs
But then again, maybe I was right
A heartworm, that’s exactly what you are
Something to do with dogs
Now I’m back to Dishwalla
And Counting Blue Cars
I’ll take an earworm over a heartworm
Any day of the week