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Broken pieces on the ground
fading in and fading out
Masochistic happiness
I wonder why you wonít move on
and what youíll do when I am gone
This hasnít really made much sense
Since the very first time

-chorus: I was never meant to be a motor
And Iíve 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
Trippiní on me in your OCD
A drama queen that just wonít agree
I am just the accident in your ever tragic comedy
Tell me this or tell me that
But I donít listen much to that
Erase the face you wear and come inside

-chorus-

You could tell me this or tell me that
But I donít listen much to that
Erase the face you wear and come inside
-chorus-