Come pick me up in the morning

I know you've probably thought about it too

Otherwise I'll never leave my oven

My arms and legs they would grow soft with you

Come pick me up in the morning

And we can find a hole to crawl into

We're still pretending to be lightweights

My arms and legs they would grow soft

Behind his smile is nothing

Long hair's a signal to the wandering eye

Anytime I'll leave my coffin gladly

My arms and legs they would grow soft and die

Someone broke into my heart

Or beat it into my head

Several hours to drive home
Or fall asleep instead

So think it over

Just think it over  don't let me down
Just think it over

Just think it over  I'll be around