Pass me the pen, are you sick or well,
It's been four short months since I first fell,
I got my keys in my pocket and I'm ready to block it,
My socks are on my feet, but my shoes are in my hand.
Open the door slow, I don't wanna wake no one,
I can't help if it explodes somehow, I don't wanna blame no one.
I'm just biding my time, and I'm biting my lip,
I get no pleasure from knowing that I'll have to slip,
And I guess I'm waiting for something bad to occur,
But I got no memories of her that aren't in a blur.
Harmonize with the radio,
Well it hasn't been long, but it already shows,
I've got no idea that anything goes when I,
Well I got a girl I wouldn't trade for the world,
But I've got this pain that's complicating the game.
I'm just biding my time, and I'm biting my lip,
I get no pleasure from knowing that I'll have to slip,
And I guess I'm waiting for something bad to occur,
But I got no memories of her that aren't in a blur