I have it all figured out
In my head
You have buried a hole in my chest
In my chest
You have kept it all in your head instead
But I have made a mark outside of your hand
And I'll keep my eyes open
But I won't look out the window
Because I might see things I've read about
In a book in my room from then
Oh, Oh, Oh
I have what it takes and I'll have the space
And I'm packing a suitcase
And I'm coming with you the the west coast
But it's not my home
But they know that I'm good at keeping things
Oh, Oh, Oh
In my chest, in my chest
In my...
In my chest, in my chest
In my...
