Why do I still try? Why do I even care? Why do I do anything at all?
A thought of you crosses in my head, was it something I saw or someone said? A thought of you goes through my brain, was it something I saw or someome said?
I'm on a stop sign, on on a stop sign.
What's in my head gets tangled by my tongue. Why do you stay? Following the cuts of a certain shape when all that's left is left to break. When all that's left is left to...break!