You're in order like a parking lot
The lines gridded, there's no dismay
And I'm as unorganized as a highway
Full of drunk drivers, lacking survivors
I'm not good enough to handle this
The rose kiss
You're better off without me anyway
Red Letters coming in from New York
A sign of nonconformity and this won't work
And you won't call me up and talk to me
I can't take the blow of uncertainty
You're k**ing me, You're k**ing me
Well I can't take the blow of uncertainty
You're k**ing me, You're k**ing me
You're k**ing me, certainly
Well I can be beautiful with another shot at the bar
When it's late at night and you're in shame
The moon falls on you perfectly and forgets me
I can't explain the fever that you bring
Even in winter, I call it Spring
Red Letters going to New York
From me to tell you, That this might work
But you want call me up to talk to me
I can't take the blow of uncertainty
You're k**ing me, You're k**ing me
Well I can't take the blow of uncertainty
You're k**ing me, You're k**ing me
You're k**ing me, certainly
You will take my hand, And I'll take you're heart
You will take my hand, And I'll take you're heart
You will take my hand, And I'll break you're heart
You will take my hand, And I'll break you're heart
You're k**ing me, You're k**ing me
Well I can't take the blow of uncertainty
You're k**ing me, You're k**ing me
You're k**ing me, certainly
Woah oh oh