Wait time is the worst
I can hardly sit
No one has the time
Someone's always late

I look for you
And you look for me

I don't know why I came down
I hold your phone don't wake up
I hear a voice in the ground

Tell me, don't tell me
The hard part is telling you
Something that you would not like me to tell you

Tell me, don't tell me
The hard part is telling you
Something that you would not like me to tell you

Wait time is to blame
I thought fame was a trip
We all have the time
Someone's always feared

I look for you
And you look away

I don't know why I came down
I hold your phone don't wake up
I hear a voice in the ground

(Waking up is so much fun to do)
Tell me, don't tell me
The hard part is telling you
Something that you would not like me to tell you

(An 80's movie make-out party with you)
Tell me, don't tell me
The hard part is telling you
Something that you would not like me to tell you

Composição: The Strokes