53% Accurate

I've seen this look on faces
 Two other times before
 Full of sickness with signs of terror
 On my front porch
 You drove it all the way home
 And parked on the shops bathroom floor
 To send a message to my pocket which should have said:
 "These tests are hardly accurate."
 Oh please, don't let this get the best of me
 It's probably nothing
 It has got to be nothing
 A perfect chance to right my wrongs
 Where I've made mistakes before
 In stoic anticipation on my front porch
 But, our teeth are sore in places
 From the bullet we haven't bit
 So I'll ball my hands into fists
 To take the shaking from my fingertips
 Oh please, don't let this get the best of me
 It's probably nothing
 It has got to be nothing
 Any other news is good news on a day like today
 Give me one more week and keep me busy
 Any other news is good news on a day like today
 Give me one more week and don't remind me
 Oh please, don't let this get the best of me
 It's probably nothing
 It has got to be nothing
 Oh please, don't let this get the best of me
 It's probably nothing
 Oh please...
 It has got to be nothing