I've been looking through the yellow pages
It's almost blinding how, the color print leads you in the wrong direction
Close my eyes and flip the pages
I put my finger down, I find you in the white[?]

Tell me that I found you, all these names I've gone through
The fine print holds the answer, and I wanna know girl, I wanna know

Searching a through z has got me twisted,
I think I've lost my head, the papercuts are lethal proof that I am bled [?]
And if you look in to you know I'm listed,
Just open the book you'll find me in the red

Tell me that I found you, all these names I've gone through
The fine print holds the answer, and I wanna know girl, I wanna know

I think I've lost my head
You'll find me in the red
These cuts are proof that I am bled[?]

I think I've lost my head
You'll find me in the red
These cuts are proof that I am bled[?]

Tell me that I found you, all these names I've gone through
The fine print holds the answer, and I wanna know girl, I wanna know

Tell me that I found you, I don't know girl, I wanna know

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Writer(s): Dryden Mitchell, Michael Cosgrove, Terence Corso, Tye Zamora