wading through puddles of ex-lovers tears & mine thumbing through letters penned by writers i never fully understood waiting for opportunity's knock, or a doorbell at the very least for lack of a better line, i'll let her tell me her sign you're just a hop, skip, a jump & a small hurdle from being my favorite girl don't miss a step or you might miss your chance at a medal, you're chance to show the world your rehabilitation is over now, you're better than you've ever been hoping the good doc says you're tip-top & ready to go just then something popped like a pistol something's got you running the pistol pops from static to kinetic so fast you can't stop i can hardly breathe it's getting hot in here searching for something that sounds sincere to make one thing clear i will hold you oh, so close curled up beside me, your feet to my shin cheek to my chin to feel the heat on your skin to watch your molecules spin i will hold you oh, so close for lack of a better line