She was talking to me
I was looking through her
You know I wanna believe
But I’m afraid of the hurt
And that I’d never get over it
Would I ever get over it?

She was making me wait
Was there weight in her words?
I was searching for meaning
In the littlest terms
I know I’d never get over it
No, I’d never get over it

So, what’s it gonna be?
What’s it gonna be?
What’s it gonna be?
What’s it gonna be?
What’s it gonna be?
What’s it gonna be?
What’s it gonna be?
What’s it gonna be?

Love of mine
Please don’t put this on me
There’s not much more I can take
So now I ask you
What’s it gonna be?

I am an ant
I’m feeling small
Are you still aware that I’m existing at all?
Or are you already over it?
Oh, I bet that you’re over it

The louder I shout
The lesser it’s heard
Why do I waste my time sat writing these words?
When I’m assuming you’re over it
Are you already over it?

Ah, what’s it gonna be?
What’s it gonna be?
What’s it gonna be?
What’s it gonna be?
What’s it gonna be?
What’s it gonna be?
What’s it gonna be?
What’s it gonna be?

Love of mine
Please don’t put this on me
I’ve held my tongue to save face
But now I ask you
What’s it gonna be?

What’s it, what’s it, what’s it gonna be?
Gonna be, uh
What’s it, what’s it gonna be?
What’s it, what, wh- wh- what’s it gonna be?
Gonna be, uh
What’s it, what’s it gonna be?