Getting Late

Pick your head up Don't be so shy You've already caught my eye But it's been known to wander Put me back in The boxing ring Honey, I will fight for you The more that you don't want me to It's getting late I'm feeling tired You're calling me by my real name I don't know why I get so bothered When you leave hair in the drain If only you Knew the words I choose not to say You'd understand I have a filter It's getting late I'm feeling wired And I'm about to flip a switch You're confused as to why I'm bothered And that's how I get started But I, for one, was giving it my best shot Don't blame me if you want what I'm Not to brag, you really had a good thing If you want babe, you can still cash in Oh Pick your head up Don't change my mind I swear I am Trying this time It's getting late put out the fire I've said all I can confess I once fell in love with a liar When I was being honest But I, for one, was giving it my best shot Don't blame me if you want what I'm Not to brag, you really had a good thing If you want, babe, you can still cash In and out, we're running in circles If it don't catch us, it'll still Hurt me now, I'm open wide If I don't win, well hell, at least I tried