[Verse 1]
Heavy-hearted, light-headed
I had cold feet, I was hot under the collar
Was eager for my slice of Americana
Picket fence, 2.5 kids, back yard, pitch a tent
I would pitch a tent, every time I pictured your magnificence
Took a whiff just to sniff your scent
You was heaven sent but I was hell-bent on helping
But you haven't asked for my help, when I asked for myself
And your answer was withheld
That was bad for my health
You just had to be held, I just had to rebel, we were just bound to repel
Sick and tired, intertwined for the time, it would tell
Save the toying for Matel, Not for toying with my head, I don't know, head or tails
But I know very well, things were going very well, ain't feeling what we felt
I ain't like every male...
[Verse 2]
Does she love me or she love me not?
I asked the petals from her flower in the flowerpot
But now that flower's shot
I had to cop another flower from the flower spot
Does anybody have a hunch when not to allow too much when you allow a lot?
I want the key, I'm not empowered by the power lock
While seeking insight in a tightened knot
Dont be surprised to find your insides tied in knots
I give you all I got, but is it all for the crotch? is it all a crook{?}?
Why am I watching clocks?
Why am I hatching plots?
I'm full of doubt
Why would I be so worried about pulling out if I was pulling out all the stops?
Before I met you I was barely wearing matching socks
But now I actually style them...
[Verse 3]
We're like day and night
I'm not saying to be in love you have to be alike
But how can we be in love not even be in like?
We are lying
You take anything as a slight{?} to think I'm out of line
We're both stars and we're both bright but we are not aligned
I used to think you was out of sight, want to make you mine
Nowadays I want you out of sight and out of mind
But not all the time
So I invest a lot of time in trying to turn the tide
I think that was worth the try
I mean, I thought you were the perfect person on the birth trail
So there's my diatribes
[...]
Through these triumph times
I'm down to swallow pride
But I got to follow signs
Heavy-hearted, light-headed
I had cold feet, I was hot under the collar
Was eager for my slice of Americana
Picket fence, 2.5 kids, back yard, pitch a tent
I would pitch a tent, every time I pictured your magnificence
Took a whiff just to sniff your scent
You was heaven sent but I was hell-bent on helping
But you haven't asked for my help, when I asked for myself
And your answer was withheld
That was bad for my health
You just had to be held, I just had to rebel, we were just bound to repel
Sick and tired, intertwined for the time, it would tell
Save the toying for Matel, Not for toying with my head, I don't know, head or tails
But I know very well, things were going very well, ain't feeling what we felt
I ain't like every male...
[Verse 2]
Does she love me or she love me not?
I asked the petals from her flower in the flowerpot
But now that flower's shot
I had to cop another flower from the flower spot
Does anybody have a hunch when not to allow too much when you allow a lot?
I want the key, I'm not empowered by the power lock
While seeking insight in a tightened knot
Dont be surprised to find your insides tied in knots
I give you all I got, but is it all for the crotch? is it all a crook{?}?
Why am I watching clocks?
Why am I hatching plots?
I'm full of doubt
Why would I be so worried about pulling out if I was pulling out all the stops?
Before I met you I was barely wearing matching socks
But now I actually style them...
[Verse 3]
We're like day and night
I'm not saying to be in love you have to be alike
But how can we be in love not even be in like?
We are lying
You take anything as a slight{?} to think I'm out of line
We're both stars and we're both bright but we are not aligned
I used to think you was out of sight, want to make you mine
Nowadays I want you out of sight and out of mind
But not all the time
So I invest a lot of time in trying to turn the tide
I think that was worth the try
I mean, I thought you were the perfect person on the birth trail
So there's my diatribes
[...]
Through these triumph times
I'm down to swallow pride
But I got to follow signs