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-oPick up a book, put down a book

Turn on the TV

It's 2 A.M. there's nothing on

I just need something to focus onOh-o-oh-o

Oh-o-oh-o

Oh-o-oh-o

Oh-o-oh-oThings are going to slide

Slide out of control

I hope that you come back

I can't eat, can't sleepWhen I close my eyes

The thought of you denies

Me, the rest, and the air

That I needThe longer you are far from me

The more I drift away

I didn't see the warning signs

I was falling through the cracksOh-o-oh-o

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Oh-o-oh-oOh-o-oh-o

Oh-o-oh-o

Oh-o-oh-o

Oh-o-oh-oYou are not an open book

I am worn and torn, I am overdrawn