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 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 won?t 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