You are not an open book 
I can't do nothing 'bout that 
But I'm worried, I'm overdrawn 
What am I doing up at the witching hour? 
Oh-o-oh-o 
Oh-o-oh-o 
Oh-o-oh-o 
Oh-o-oh-o 

Pick up a book, put down a book 
Turn on the TV 
It's 2 AM, there's nothing on 
I just need something to focus on 

Oh-o-oh-o 
Oh-o-oh-o 
Oh-o-oh-o 
Oh-o-oh-o 

Things are going to slide 
Slide out of control 
I hope that you come back 
I can't eat, can't sleep 
When I close my eyes 
The thought of you denies 
Me, the rest, and the air 
That I need 

The longer you are far from me 
The more I drift away 
I didn't see the warning signs 
I was falling through the cracks 

Oh-o-oh-o 
Oh-o-oh-o 
Oh-o-oh-o 
Oh-o-oh-o 

Oh-o-oh-o 
Oh-o-oh-o 
Oh-o-oh-o 
Oh-o-oh-o 

You are not 
An open book 
I am worn and torn 
I am overdrawn