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