Broken pieces on the ground
Fading in and fading out
Masochistic happiness
I wonder why you wont 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 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
Trippin on me in your ocd
A drama queen that just wont agree
I am just the accident in your ever tragic comedy
Tell me this or tell me that
But I don't listen much to that
Erase the face you wear and come inside
-chorus-
You could tell me this or tell me that
But I don't listen much to that
Erase the face you wear and come inside
-chorus
