Original lyrics
ENWell nothing's what it was last week
Still our limbs work just the same
But all our holes burn much too deep
With the reasons we can't fall asleep
And i don't know why
When all that was left were daydreams
And sweaters it's too warm to wear
You decided you'd be sorry
Frankly, i don't think it's fair
And i don't know why i even try most times
So that's the problem with kids like you and me
We make one-thousand-foot-tall mountains from
The speedbumps on our street
And stand still
