Headaches, handshakes, little blue pills to take
I got my stereo on ten, I m screaming Connely s pain
And I want to make it louder, louder, louder, louder
To drown out the sound of the road under the tires

Yeah, I want, I want, I want it, want it x3
Yeah, I want, I want, I want, I want you

Don t tell me, tell me what I already know
(Dress me up, mess me up, I m ready to go) x4

Long sighs, sad eyes and twelve hour drives
Ten minutes on the phone it never feels like enough
But I want you to know that I Philly it s cold
I m sick with twenty-two days to go

Twenty-one days to go

I count them down but they just get
Longer, longer, longer, longer, longer

And all the hours, they stretch like all the miles
They run together like the thoughts in my head
While I try to remember the last words I said

Don t tell me, tell me what I already know
(Dress me up, mess me up, I m ready to go) x4

Don t tell me, tell me, what I already know x4
Yeah I want to, yeah I want to go