wading through puddles of ex-lovers tears & mine
thumbing through letters penned by writers i never fully understood
waiting for opportunity's knock, or a doorbell at the very least
for lack of a better line, i'll let her tell me her sign

you're just a hop, skip, a jump & a small hurdle from being my favorite girl
don't miss a step or you might miss your chance at a medal, you're chance to show the world
your rehabilitation is over now, you're better than you've ever been
hoping the good doc says you're tip-top & ready to go

just then something
popped like a pistol
something's got you running

the pistol pops
from static to kinetic
so fast you can't stop

i can hardly breathe
it's getting hot in here
searching for something that sounds sincere
to make one thing clear

i will hold you oh, so close
curled up beside me, your feet to my shin
cheek to my chin
to feel the heat on your skin
to watch your molecules spin
i will hold you oh, so close

for lack of a better line