Broken pieces on the ground
fading in and fading out
Masochistic happiness
I wonder why you wonÔÇÖt move on
and what youÔÇÖll do when I am gone
This hasnÔÇÖt really made much sense
Since the very first time
-chorus: I was never meant to be a motor
And IÔÇÖve just always kind of been a floater
If ever you shuld come around
and try to keep from coming down
Then I (oh I) then I will be your only one-
I remember thinking I would try
To slow you down so we could find
All the things that you had missed
The reoccurring consequence
TrippinÔÇÖ on me in your OCD
A drama queen that just wonÔÇÖt agree
I am just the accident in your ever tragic comedy
Tell me this or tell me that
But I donÔÇÖt listen much to that
Erase the face you wear and come inside
-chorus-
You could tell me this or tell me that
But I donÔÇÖt listen much to that
Erase the face you wear and come inside
-chorus
