The Worry

Can’t you see that I’m worried about you?
It’s true…
I bide my time saying prayers
I doubt’ll come true

It’s like…
Will it? Won’t it?
Will it? Won’t it?
Will it? Won’t it?
I could forget…
Will it? Won’t it?
Will it? Won’t it?
Will it? Won’t it?
Now I’ve had it!

When you snooze the alarm, oh my heart it aches
When you grab my arm, don’t know when I’ll wake

Will you? Won’t you?
Will you? Won’t you?
Will you? Won’t you?
What can I do?
Will you? Won’t you?
Will you? Won’t you?
Will you? Won’t you?

You held down my hands
It felt like a dance
I wanted to die
To get a better life
My neck in your hands
The death of romance
I wanted to cry
Do you know what loving feels like?

Can’t you see that I’m worried about you?
It’s true…
All these lies, no surprise
I doubt you’ll come through

It’s like…
Will they? Won’t they?
Will they? Won’t they?
Will they? Won’t they?
Is this hair grey?
Will they? Won’t they?
Will they? Won’t they?
Will they? Won’t they?

You held down my hands
It felt like a dance
I wanted to die
To get a better life
My neck in your hands
The death of romance
I wanted to cry
Do you know what hurting feels like?