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-o 



Pick up a book, put down a book 

Turn on the TV 

It's 2 AM, there's nothing on 

I just need something to focus on 



Oh-o-oh-o 

Oh-o-oh-o 

Oh-o-oh-o 

Oh-o-oh-o 



Things are going to slide 

Slide out of control 

I hope that you come back 

I can't eat, can't sleep 

When I close my eyes 

The thought of you denies 

Me, the rest, and the air 

That I need 



The longer you are far from me 

The more I drift away 

I didn't see the warning signs 

I was falling through the cracks 



Oh-o-oh-o 

Oh-o-oh-o 

Oh-o-oh-o 

Oh-o-oh-o 



Oh-o-oh-o 

Oh-o-oh-o 

Oh-o-oh-o 

Oh-o-oh-o 



You are not 

An open book 

I am worn and torn 

I am overdrawn