i think my phone is brokennbut i think i'm oknshe's all stuck up in the best sort of wayni know that she'd love me if she just had the chancenit's not everyday you see true romancenni keep seeing her with that other guynweird things happen, maybe he'll diennbut in a supernova flash of conscience coming inni duck beneath the windownbushes scrape against my foreheadnpick a stalker romance novel from the shelf againnand read myself to sleepnnshe still hasn't called and it's half-past threeni hope she's ok, i better go seeni think i'm all right, yeh i think i'm okni think i'm getting closer every daynni went through your garbage when there's nobody homeni write you letters when i'm alonenni think i'm all right, i think i'm ok