Maybe I was in over my head, baby I am used to it.
This is my uncertain point of view, but just don't get 
too close to it.
This is not another song I wrote for the broken 
heartdd.
Maybe I got in over my head, baby I'm just bad news.
This is an obsession come to pass, malignant and 
removed from
cavities were carved in you, the doctor said he had 
good news
Nicotine and copasetic hearts weren't the things to 
keep us grounded.
Staying up will keep us down for days, oh whats that 
word I'm looking for.
It's enigmantic in its nature, a rare distinctive form 
of you.
I've got this ready, so are you ready, cuz I am ready 
to explode.
(I am ready to explode)
Maybe I got in over my head, but god it's not the first 
time.
The number I've been given won't be called...
Oh what was that? Um... nevermind.
I reach conclusions far too soon, I've met my match so 
how about you?
I'm occupied by little things that get stuck on my 
mind.
I know that I am in over my head, I know that I am in 
over my head.