To tell you the truth, there's a lot we stand to lose,
'cause I never saw you coming,
and you never had fair warning,
so let's just get back to normal
if at all possible.

I figure by then, you'll be the best you've ever been.
And who would I be to make you wait?
'Cause feeling okay is pretty great,
and everything else is the same, lately.

Apparently finding love is easy,
and I don't think giving up becomes me.
Apparently I've been talking in my sleep.

Apparently somebody's out to get me,
but I don't mind so long as you let me
stay until we get the chance to breath;
that's all I think we need.