I couldn't sleep all night, so I wrote a song about you
Was here for the fight, trying to prolong the slumber
I don't know how it went wrong
I'm in control, just dying to greet you
It's okay, the record shows a man who's young; he wants to meet you
Feeling low? Do tell
Aching only makes you crazy
It's here in my arms, ride another storm to Sunday
I don't know where it comes from
I'm in control, just dying to meet you
It's okay we're not that old, here comes the time for my confession
Genie; oh no
I don't know how it went wrong
I'm in control, just dying to greet you
It's okay, the record shows a man who's young; he wants to meet you
Genie; oh no
Couldn't sleep all night, so I wrote a song about you
I was here for the fight; ride another storm to Sunday
Couldn't sleep all night, so I wrote a song about you
I was here for the fight; ride another storm to Sunday