spymob
sitting around keeping score
Sitting around, keeping score On a little note pad past bedtime, yeah Vowed that I'd wait three days to call I'm already two ahead, is that alright? Is that alright?  If someone told you, barely knowed you That you showed up in their dream You'd check them closely for intention Why share something so revealing?  Kicking around with too much to do Putting it off until lunchtime, yeah Pick up the phone and then hang it up Checking the mail and it's so bright outside  Chorus  Gazing across the neighbor's lawn From a bedroom desk until sundown Picking away at a ketchup stain Getting up now would take Way way too much out of me  Chorus