Not Much کے بول

As I walk on the face Impressed by the way I didn't fold I'm messed by the vain idea That if time holds no weight In the car from the rain I won't cut the brakes As I talk at the space Left by the days I'd slowly erased I'd burned down the pain museum Oh, you won't corner me I've come for the faint hope You'll concede Step on my face now It's hard to be around her I bet it's hard to be down lots But it's hard when our love Hardly amounts to much (Holding me down, holding me down) As I cross off the dates Reset by the pace you'd dissolved I'm met by the souvenirs That I thought I'd misplaced They're addressed in your name But alone they're a waste