Open Book

You are not an open book

I can't do nothing 'bout that

But I'm worried, I'm overdrawn

What am I doing up at the witching hour?



Oh-o-oh-o

Oh-o-oh-o

Oh-o-oh-o

Oh-o-oh-o



Pick up a book, put down a book

Turn on the TV

It's 2 AM, there's nothing on

I just need something to focus on



Oh-o-oh-o

Oh-o-oh-o

Oh-o-oh-o

Oh-o-oh-o



Things are going to slide

Slide out of control

I hope that you come back

I can't eat, can't sleep

When I close my eyes

The thought of you denies

Me, the rest, and the air

That I need



The longer you are far from me

The more I drift away

I didn't see the warning signs

I was falling through the cracks



Oh-o-oh-o

Oh-o-oh-o

Oh-o-oh-o

Oh-o-oh-o



Oh-o-oh-o

Oh-o-oh-o

Oh-o-oh-o

Oh-o-oh-o



You are not

An open book

I am worn and torn

I am overdrawn