Low Probability

Accept my apology, you know it pisses me off when you act like there's nothing wrong Emily, promise me you won't starve me of knowing what's going on I'm tired of having to guess I guess I'll have to keep trying Gold tie to match your yellow dress Hopefully I'll get another chance I feel like I'm rooted in the ground And you're walking away from me You act like I live way out of town When I just live up the street Knowing me, honestly, how could you mix me up with one of them? And one thing that bothers me is maturity's absence on either end I'd hate to pretend that you're wrong I need to work up the nerves to tell you that I wish you'd just play along But obviously that's your call I feel like I'm rooted in the ground And you're walking away from me You act like I live way out of town When I just live up the street I feel like I'm rooted in the ground And you're walking away from me You act like I live way out of town When I just live up the street