you ask me to wait outside, I would stand out in the rain,
Wait around to hear your lies, then I’d have to call it a day.
If you told me not to drive, I would have to do it in vain,
kick it into overdrive, swerving from lane to lane.
If you told me not to cry, I would do it anyway,
Cry a million tears from my eyes, a million and a one and I’d go insane.
words by Molly Kindelberger