Suffering this open kiss
 And I'm barely juvenile
 When everyone is outrageous,
 And I alone will be sleeping through
 The afternoon

 And if I ever drive your style, and
 Suffering your day predicted
 With no ability to rile

 And every yawn in contagious
 And I alone will be sleeping through
 The afternoon

 I should drive you mild

 ever drive you mild
 ever drive you mild
 ever drive you mild