Out of troubled sleep
I push aside the sheets
Check my empty inboxes, I wake
Crossing Primrose Hill
The muted phone lies still
No IMs or friend requests await

I've convinced myself it's a good idea
I've convinced myself to stay away from you

These threads of blue, green, and red
Tied up inside me, and I can't forget
Those threads you wrote and I read
So full of promise, but all left unsaid

Staring through the screen, hoping to be seen
You're pushing me to highlight and reveal
My secrets and my schemes; forgotten names and dreams
I need you to remember them for me

I've convinced myself it's a good idea
I've convinced myself to pull away

These threads of blue, green, and red
Tied up inside me, and I can't forget
Those threads you wrote and I read
So full of promise, but all left unsaid

I'm always waiting for love to arrive
I've wasted so much of my time

(These threads)

Wound up and bound together
One day [bad word] another, now
One more sleepless night
Wound up and bound together
One day into another, now
But I can't break

These threads of blue, green, and red
Tied up inside me, and I can't forget
Those threads you wrote and I read
So full of promise, but all left unsaid

Keeping myself awake night after night
I'm waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting 
For you

For you...

For you.