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[Verse 1]

Heavy-hearted, light-headed

I had cold feet, I was hot under the collar

Was eager for my slice of Americana

Picket fence, 2.5 kids, back yard, pitching tents

I would pitch a tent, every time I pictured your magnificence

Or took a whiff as if to sniff your scent

You was heaven sent but I was hell-bent on helping

But you ain't ask for my help, when I asked for myself

And your answer was withheld

That was bad for my health

You just had to be held, I just had to rebel, which was bound to repel

Sick and tired intertwined, father time would tell

Save the toying for Mattel, Not for toying with my head, I don't know heads from tails

But I know very well, things were going very well, ain't no fault in what we felt

I ain't like every male...

[Verse 2]

Does she love me or she love me not?

I asked the petals from a flower in the flowerpot

But now that flower's shot

I had to cop another flower from the flower spot

Does anybody have a hunch how not to allow too much when you allow a lot?

I want the key, I'm not empowered by the power lock

While seeking insight into tying the knot

Dont be surprised to find your insides tied in knots

I give you all I got, but is it all for the crotch? is it all a crock?

Why am I watching clocks?

Why am I hatching plots?

I'm full of doubt

Why would I be so worried about pulling out if I was pulling out all the stops?

Before I met you I was barely wearing matching socks

But now I actually sob...

[Verse 3]

We're like day and night

I'm not saying to be in love you have to be alike

But how can we be in love not even be in like?

We are lying

You take everything as a slight and think I'm out of line

We're both stars and we're both bright but we are not aligned

I used to think you was out of sight, and wanted to make you mine

Nowadays I want you out of sight and out of mind

But not all the time

So I've invested a lot of time in trying to turn the tide

I think that that was worth the try

I mean, I thought you were the perfect person with whom to birth a tribe

So there's my diatribe

That’s how I pay my tithe

To help me triumph through these trying times

I'm down to swallow pride

But I got to follow signs