I feel like I'm coming down with it. All of the symptoms fit and I backslide. An eye on the clock, I don't talk much. When I'm running on the inside. .
I'm on automatic. And you gotta flip the switch. Baby there's a box in the attic. But I couldn't tell you which was which. . It's all become a running joke.
Baby, calm down. Baby, come back down to the ground. Let me hold you. Let me hold this moment a spell. I can tell. . That there's really not a lot of options open.