My doubtful mind is teaming up
With my jealous heart
My tangled throat is caught in the middle
With my overworked lungs

I am the sore spot on the back of your throat
Just give it one month for the cold to run it's course

Will someone tell me
Will someone tell me that I'm wrong?
Will someone stop me
Will someone stop me before you are gone?

My hesitation is teaming up
With my anxiety
My nauseous stomach
Is churning up feelings that I really don't need

I am the sore spot on the back of your throat
Just give it one month for the cold to run it's course

Will someone tell me
Will someone tell me that I'm wrong?
Will someone stop me
Will someone stop me before you are gone?

I am the sore spot on the back of your throat
Just give it one month for the cold to run it's course

Will someone tell me
Will someone tell me that I'm wrong?
Will someone stop me
Will someone slap me before you are gone?