You are not an open book   I can't do nothing 'bout that   But I'm worried, I'm overdrawn   What am I doing up at the witching hour?      Oh-o-oh-o   Oh-o-oh-o   Oh-o-oh-o   Oh-o-oh-o      Pick up a book, put down a book   Turn on the TV   It's 2 A.M. there's nothing on   I just need something to focus on      Oh-o-oh-o   Oh-o-oh-o   Oh-o-oh-o   Oh-o-oh-o      Things are going to slide   Slide out of control   I hope that you come back   I can't eat, can't sleep      When I close my eyes   The thought of you denies   Me, the rest, and the air   That I need      The longer you are far from me   The more I drift away   I didn't see the warning signs   I was falling through the cracks      Oh-o-oh-o   Oh-o-oh-o   Oh-o-oh-o   Oh-o-oh-o      Oh-o-oh-o   Oh-o-oh-o   Oh-o-oh-o   Oh-o-oh-o      You are not an open book   I am worn and torn, I am overdrawn