Stupid Heart

You know I’m so glad that you made me wait
But if I wait one moment more I’m walking out the window
I’m giving up the keys
I’ve got your name in giant letters painted on my ceiling
Bungling my head on the floor, could you still ask for more
I don’t want to go where the money goes; I wouldn’t be happy with fame
I want you to love me
Yea, I want your airbrushed clothes to sell out tonight
You could make suicide so easy
Nothing seems so scary, no nothing ever hurts when it’s cold
You are my seven precious digits
Dialing you, my stupid heart beats loud as the rings
Don’t my words mean a thing