Get With It

You know all of my things
You keep my tongue tied up and I’m starting to think
Are we lost? Are we fake?
Are we asleep at the wheel, girl, or are we awake?
But I can’t be by myself
So hang me up on the shelf
I can’t get with it
I can’t get with it
Are we off? Let me think
Are we a teenage dream, or a drop in the sink?
Are you mauve? Are you pink?
Are you asleep? I’m awake and I can use a drink
But I can’t be by myself
So hang me up on the shelf
I can’t get with it
I can’t get with it
I can’t get with it
I can’t get with it
I can’t get with it
I can’t get with it