You're in order like a parking lot,
The lines gridded, there's no dismay,
And I'm as unorganized as a highway
Full of drunk drivers, lacking survivors,
I'm not good enough to handle this,
The rose kiss
You're better off without me anyway

Red Letters coming in from New York
A sign of nonconformity and this won't work
And you won't call me up and talk to me
I can't take the blow of uncertainty

You're killing me, You're killing me
Well I can't take the blow of uncertainty
You're killing me, You're killing me,
You're killing me, certainly

Well I can be beautiful with another shot at the bar,
When it's late at night and you're in shame,
The moon falls on you perfectly and forgets me
I can't explain the fever that you bring,
Even in winter, I call it Spring

Red Letters going to New York
From me to tell you, That this might work
But you want call me up to talk to me
I can't take the blow of uncertainty

You're killing me, You're killing me
Well I can't take the blow of uncertainty
You're killing me, You're killing me,
You're killing me, certainly

You will take my hand, And I'll take you're heart
You will take my hand, And I'll take you're heart
You will take my hand, And I'll break you're heart
You will take my hand, And I'll break you're heart

You're killing me, You're killing me
Well I can't take the blow of uncertainty
You're killing me, You're killing me,
You're killing me, certainly
Woah oh oh