Tekstovi: Tristan Prettyman. Don't Work Yourself Up.

I could run out at any given time
don't leave a note, there ain't no reason to lie.
I guess I still havent found what I'm looking for
can't keep my hands to myself, or my eyes off the door.
Is it any wonder that I'm on to the next?
be the first one to tell you
and the last to forget.
let me drag you into this bitterness
sometimes I cant even understand the half of it
dont work yourself up too much, oh love.
dont work yourself up too much, oh love.

Sometimes I cant stand to be apart,
I walk around in this city alone till its dark.
and if the sadness wont ever go away
I suppose I'll build it a home so it has a nice place to stay.
Most of the time I dont mind the company
and I wish to God he'd stay,
why do you have to leave?
Seems like you always want what you cant have
well thats just life baby and you cant get mad.
dont work yourself up too much, oh love.
dont work yourself up too much, oh love.

So much out there I have yet to see
but sometimes I just want to settle down and start a family.
and mostly I just feel like I am stuck in between.
you dont come and I dont blame you I dont even trust me.
dont work yourself up too much, oh love.
yea dont work yourself up too much, oh love.
dont work yourself up too much, oh love.
yea dont work yourself up too much, oh love