Texty: Say Anything. Baseball. Ants In My Pants.

Stress can breed a psychopath
You?re all that calms me down
I forget that I?m a mess when you?re around
Please can you be home tonight
Say its not over yet
My human tranquilizer
My pretty percocet
I just want to chill with you tonight, girl
I wish that I could chill with you tonight
Stop the worries that keep forming in my head
I?ve got ants in my pants unless its you in them instead
Oh baby I was a faker before you
Tomorrow brings a busy day
Its overstuffed with time
I need to hear you breathing on the line
And you can be closed minded
If you have open arms
Why can?t I ever work my wily charms on you?
And you still weren?t home when I dialed up the phone in the evening
So I?m twiddling thumbs and I?m wondering what?s this I?m feeling
I may be strong below the belt
But not with what I thought and felt
That blissful knight I knelt
Between your legs
Between our heads
Between our hearts
I was a faker before you.