Wait time is the worst
I can hardly sit
No one has the time
Someone's always lateI look for you
And you look for meI don't know why I came down
I hold your phone don't wake up
I hear a voice in the groundTell me, don't tell me
The hard part is telling you
Something that you would not like me to tell youTell me, don't tell me
The hard part is telling you
Something that you would not like me to tell youWait time is to blame
I thought fame was a trip
We all have the time
Someone's always fearedI look for you
And you look awayI don't know why I came down
I hold your phone don't wake up
I hear a voice in the ground(Waking up is so much fun to do)
Tell me, don't tell me
The hard part is telling you
Something that you would not like me to tell you(An 80's movie make-out party with you)
Tell me, don't tell me
The hard part is telling you
Something that you would not like me to tell you
Composição: The Strokes.
