i think my phone is broken   but i think i'm ok   she's all stuck up in the best sort of way   i know that she'd love me if she just had the chance   it's not everyday you see true romance      i keep seeing her with that other guy   weird things happen, maybe he'll die      but in a supernova flash of conscience coming in   i duck beneath the window   bushes scrape against my forehead   pick a stalker romance novel from the shelf again   and read myself to sleep      she still hasn't called and it's half-past three   i hope she's ok, i better go see   i think i'm all right, yeh i think i'm ok   i think i'm getting closer every day      i went through your garbage when there's nobody home   i write you letters when i'm alone      i think i'm all right, i think i'm ok