My Cup Runneth Over

This pounding in my chest will be digested with a grain
Of salt they couldn't find when disecting my brain
You found an avenue to course through like blood in my veins
Now just dig up my pulse and noise to hear the things I couldn't say
Wait
I hope that you catch up when you catch on

I must be a dead give-away
If not I'm well on my way
Go slow, tip-toe
Don't give me away
I'm a dead give-away
If not I'm well on my way
Go slow, tip-toe
Don't give me away

Till my cup runneth over darlin'
Hit the nail on the head
Yeah, hit it right on the nose
And knock your crumbs and hesitations down like dominos
Where is all my skill in clothes?
Wear all my fancy clothes
I keep forgetting things I need to not be over the edge
Slow, wait, I hope that you catch up when catch on
My body's shakin' like an earthquake, I really wish I could articulate
My body's shakin' like an earthquake, shake, shake

Why don't you give me away?