Open Book (The Rakes)

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 AM, 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