Make your mind up- 
you're just holding me here, 
you're taking time up, 
but I don't mind as long as we're 
the only things locked on your mind- 
in there I'm yours and you are mine,
and everything is as it should be.

Call your own bluff- 
it's only truth that space will never be enough
to keep our thoughts from mixing.
Time is getting smaller 
and it's clear now that all we're here 
for is holding on. 

I think you should let me know,
because I have never been a good sport
at this game that you call "letting go". 
I think you should show 
me that I'm not another number
in that cellular phone underneath your bed