53% Accurate - Into It. Over It.

I’ve seen this look on faces two other times before

Full of sickness, with signs of terror, on my front porch

You drove it all the way home

And parked on the shop’s bathroom floor

To send a message to my pocket which should have said, «These tests are hardly

accurate»

Oh please, don’t let this get the best of me

It’s probably nothing

It has got to be nothing

A perfect chance to right my wrongs where I’ve made mistakes before

In stoic anticipation on my front porch

But, our teeth are sore in places from the bullet we haven’t bit

So I’ll ball my hands into fists

To take the shaking from my fingertips

Oh please, don’t let this get the best of me

It’s probably nothing

It has got to be nothing

Any other news is good news on a day like today

Give me one more week and keep me busy

Any other news is good news on a day like today

Give me one more week and don’t remind me

Oh please, don’t let this get the best of me

It’s probably nothing

It has got to be nothing

Oh please, don’t let this get the best of me

It’s probably nothing

Oh please, it has got to be nothing