(This must be my dream) Wide awake before I found you I can't wait for you boy (Wake me from my dream) What does all our love amount to? We can't make love when you fly around me baby I personify the ‘adolescent on a phone’ Speaking like I’m bigger than

You're sleeping, son, I know But, really, this can't wait I wanted to explain Before it gets too late For your mother and me Love has finally died This is no happy home But God knows how I've tried

I set my clocks early 'cause I know I'm always late I don't blame you for being you But you can't blame me for hating it So say, what are you waiting for? Kiss her, kiss her Always on (always on) I'm sleeping on your folk's porch again, dreaming She

Whoa, can't do it by myself So now you're waiting up for him Whoa, can't do it by myself (can't do it by myself) I could walk this fine line between elation and success We all know which way I'm going to strike the stake between my chest So, "You have to