The Get Around

Pray, pray that there’s more
Baby I'm torn
Is this true love
Pick up where you left off
You can start again

Fed up
Let down
Much too high
To get around

You’re out till midnight
You can stand up tall
Hide from the limelight
It makes no sense at all
They told you to stay in school
So instead you just play the fool

It’s natural to worry
If you made a mistake
I made my excuses
You made your escape

Maybe, maybe not
I was left in the open
Glued to my spot
Maybe I gave too much

You’re out till midnight
You can stand up tall
Hide from the limelight
It makes no sense at all
I made my excuses
You made your escape