what were the chances for me
when I spoke to her last night
what were the chances I'd be
here lying by her side
why does it look so risky
hiding in the morning light
now as the memory hits me
right between the eyes
strange nobody else can hear those fingers tapping on the glass
with reviews of early summer nerves
welcome to miss adventure
oh she is a slippery slope
welcome to glamour central
where I'm hanging on a rope
who exactly am I trying to fool with all those snazzy words
just a case of early summer nerves
this won't get me out of it but finally I understand
you've got to love those early summer nerves
