Motor 歌词

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-