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

-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-