album: Good Health (2002)





Headaches, handshakes, little blue pills to take

I got my stereo on ten, I'm screaming Connely's pain

And I want to make it louder, louder, louder, louder

To drown out the sound of the road under the tires

Yeah, I want, I want, I want it, want it [x3]

Yeah, I want, I want, I want, I want you

Don't tell me, tell me what I already know

(Dress me up, mess me up, I'm ready to go) [x4]

Long sighs, sad eyes and twelve hour drives

Ten minutes on the phone it never feels like enough

But I want you to know that I Philly it's cold

I'm sick with twenty-two days to go

Twenty-one days to go

I count them down but they just get

Longer, longer, longer, longer, longer

And all the hours, they stretch like all the miles

They run together like the thoughts in my head

While I try to remember the last words I said

Don't tell me, tell me what I already know

(Dress me up, mess me up, I'm ready to go) [x4]

Don't tell me, tell me, what I already know [x4]

Yeah I want to, yeah I want to go