Sixty Second Warning

Let me spell my name

For your diary

Yeah, that’s capital a for apathy

C’mon you didn’t think you really had a shot

C’mon I swear I’m just pretending I don’t really have it all

 

One more minute to midnight, baby

You won’t see me in the morning

One more minute to midnight, baby

This is your last, sixty second warning, warning, warning

 

Let me get real close

To your favorite jeans

In the movie of your life

This is your favorite scene

C’mon you didn’t think you really had a shot

C’mon I swear I’m just pretending I don’t really have it all

 

One more minute to midnight, baby

You won’t see me in the morning

One more minute to midnight, baby

This is your last, sixty second warning, warning, warning

 

Another countdown to the next day

With nothing to wake up early for

Another countdown to the next day

With nothing to wake up at all for

Another countdown to the next day

Another countdown to the next

 

One more minute to midnight, baby

You won’t see me in the morning

One more minute to midnight, baby

This is your last, sixty second warning, warning, warning

I swear I’m just pretending, I don’t really have it all