Rest, wait, catch your breath   the occasional friend called up again   for an apathetic apology   an exhausted excuse    oh boy   when will you choose    I know you love her   but I swear it's the fever that's got you      a wise man once said love is taking the next step   but at twenty two, I've got cement shoes   and I don't know what to do   but please please don't make me choose   all they can say is oh what a shame   that things had to work out this way   the quick glance romance is taking names   it's all you can do to put on your shoes      you act like it's killing you just to tell the truth   the man of men sits alone again   a shared sentiment seems heaven sent   but it just won't come no it won't let you have that much fun   and I swear that I'm trying I promise I'm not lying   but you'll crucify the truth until all that's left is you