Motor

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
 I was never meant to be a motor
 And I've just always kind of been a floater
 If ever you should come around
 And try to keep from coming down
 Then I, then I will be your only one
 (Oh, I)
 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
 I was never meant to be a motor
 And I've just always kind of been a floater
 If ever you should come around
 And try to keep from coming down
 Then I, then I will be your only one
 (Oh, I)
 Tell me this or tell me that
 But I don't listen much to that
 Erase the face you wear
 And come inside
 I was never meant to be a motor
 And I've just always kind of been a floater
 If ever you should come around
 And try to keep from coming down
 Then I, then I will be your only one
 (Oh, I)