You is treading on the edge of disaster
I've been trying to avoid the truth I know
Whatever it takes to stop my tongue
From moving along to the beat of my pulse
I might spoil the plot if I don't fucking hush
Am I talking too much or not enough?
Can you [A7see through my [A]words the terror I hold?
I got [Fm7]sweaty palms and [Bm]a knot on [C7]my [A]throat
To be [Am]honest my [A]love our tale might be [Am]better untold
I think about you
I think about you
I think about you
I think about you
Honestly though I might not be [Am]brave enough
To put up with my [A]gut and [Bm]my [A]thickheaded thoughts
Pondering too much will be [Am]taking its toll
But I be [Am]properly fucked if I follow a hunch
So I ɾather endure the pain of I'll never know
Before I wake up without you [A7on [C7]my [A]ρhone
Pick your sadness it's called and [Bm]this the one that I choose
Twiddling my [A]thumbs while I pine for [Dm7]us
I think about you
I think about you
I think about you
I think about you
Baby come over
What can I do?
Baby come over
What can I do?
What can I do?
Baby come over
What can I do?
Baby come over
What can I do?
What can I do?