Well the signs tell me it is time to go. And the signs tell me in stereo, that you and I, we are wasted. Cohabiting now that we're through. Still I'm waiting for the feeling of living without you... Who am I to you? Well the signs tell me panic's setting in. Isn't it time, time to live again? I still want you to approve of me, cause these days won't be as good as the ones you loved me.