It's A Lot

Don’t you worry baby,

I told you

I was coming home.

I went into the back, fell between the cracks, all alone.

So when you say you did, well

I say you didn’t.

When you roll your eyes,

I think you’re kidding.

It’s a memory; that we could never be.

And it’s big and black, it’s stuck on your shoulder.

And it drags you down, it makes you feel older.

It’s a photograph, all that we never had.

It’s a lot (It’s a lot) × 4

And it’s a cardboard box, stuck in a corner.

It’s your back wood talk,

I’ll make it in tone.

It’s your funny ring.

Midas is everything.

And it’s the call

I made, when you were looking.

It’s the slack

I gave, I read in a book.

It’s a magazine, all that you’ve never seen.

It’s a lot (It’s a lot) × 3

It’s a lot

And it’s not what you thought

It’s a lot

Don’t you worry baby,

I told you

I was coming home.

I would never leave you there, waiting in your chair, all alone.

So when you say you did, well

I say you didn’t.

When you roll your eyes,

I think you’re kidding.

It’s a memory;

All we could never be.

It’s a lot (It’s a lot) × 7

It’s a lot

And it’s not what you thought

It’s a lot

Don’t you worry baby × 6