Broken pieces on the ground
fading in and fading out
masochistic happiness
i wonder why you won't move on
and what you'll do when i am gone
this hasn't really made much sense
since the very first time
Chorus:
i was never meant to be a motor
and i've just always kind of been a floater
if ever you should 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 reoccuring consequence
trippin' on me in your ocd
a drama queen that just won't agree
i am just the accident
in your ever tragic comedy
Repeat chorus
Tell me this or tell me that
but i don't listen much to that
erase the face you wear and come inside
Repeat chorus