My, how things get stranger We inherit these behaviors See where we got 'em
No I'm as much a product as the remainder Of all the advice of those strangers That I never wanted
As concerned as we were when we learned How things could turn around I think we prefer the words we heard about To the ones we're exposed to
No I, I've heard some things about a million times I still find nothin' to respond to
So we don't talk, no it seems to be The one true cure for the disease That tears relationships apart
You'll say something like "how's it goin'" Watch me cringe, I never wanna hear those words again
When I say "shut up" I just couldn't stand To talk through the white noise again When you have no idea how much words mean up here
You say "hey, how are you?" What's that mean, Oh sad silent human beings Your immortal trait is your most tragic flawTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.