For Lack of a Better Line

wading through puddles of ex-lovers tears & mine
 thumbing through letters penned by writers i never fully understood
 waiting for opportunity's knock, or a doorbell at the very least
 for lack of a better line, i'll let her tell me her sign
 you're just a hop, skip, a jump & a small hurdle from being my favorite girl
 don't miss a step or you might miss your chance at a medal, you're chance to show the world
 your rehabilitation is over now, you're better than you've ever been
 hoping the good doc says you're tip-top & ready to go
 just then something
 popped like a pistol
 something's got you running
 the pistol pops
 from static to kinetic
 so fast you can't stop
 i can hardly breathe
 it's getting hot in here
 searching for something that sounds sincere
 to make one thing clear
 i will hold you oh, so close
 curled up beside me, your feet to my shin
 cheek to my chin
 to feel the heat on your skin
 to watch your molecules spin
 i will hold you oh, so close
 for lack of a better line