Maybe its too easily fit,
no problems are as hard as before
look for me under the pillows
hiding from self-created danger
sucking the dust
for what's left
well go on
i'm the last to know
but don't ask me if it hurts,
for i don't know
i've lost sense of pain
or i just don't give a damn
what do you care anyway,
you always second-hand me
i'm like a spare tire
who is used,
when the first one breaks
sorry if i'm out of style,
i never meant to be in your way
tell me when i'm gone too far,
i slipped and i grabbed the first thing,
i could find you
i would have done the same,
i looked out of the window,
but i've been away for too long this time
probably i'm too blame,
for almost everything
i know sometimes i behave like a monster,
but please don't walk away
you can keep me in your basement
as long as i can be with you
i'm pleased with that