Don't you worry, baby,
I told you I was comin' home
I went into the back,
Fell between the cracks,
All alone

So when you say you did,
Well, let's say you didn't
When you roll your eyes,
I think you it get it,
To memory,
That we could never be

I'm just thinking back
And stuck on your shoulder
and it drags you down,
It makes you feel old,
it's a photograph,
All that we never had

It's a lot (It's a lot)
It's a lot (It's a lot)
It's a lot (It's a lot)
It's a lot (It's a lot)

And it's the cardboard box,
Stuck in the corner
It's your backwood talk,
I'll make it in tone
It's your phonery (phonery phonery phonery,)
Manages everything

And it's the call I made,
When you were lucky
It's the slack I gave,
I read in a book
It's a magazine (magazine magazine magazine,)
All that you never see

It's a lot (It's a lot)
It's a lot (It's a lot)
It's a lot (It's a lot)
It's a lot (It's a lot)

And it's not,
Would you find
It's a lot? (a lot alot alot)

Don't you worry, baby,
I told you I was comin' home
I would never leave you there,
Waitin' in your chair,
All alone (all alone all alone all alone)

So when you say you did,
Well, let's say you didn't
When you roll your eyes,
I think you get it,
To memory (memory memory memory,)
All we could never be

It's a lot (It's a lot)
It's a lot (It's a lot)
It's a lot (It's a lot)
It's a lot (It's a lot)
It's a lot (It's a lot)
It's a lot (It's a lot)
It's a lot (It's a lot)
It's a lot (It's a lot)
It's a lot (It's a lot)

And it's not,
Could you find
It's a lot?

Don't you worry, baby
Don't you worry, baby
Don't you worry, baby
Don't you worry, baby
Don't you worry, baby
Don't you worry, baby

Don't you worry, baby