Something in your eyes
Unresolved goodbyes
Left from all the lies you walked through
Make your own new paths
Take care of all the grass
Run a bubble bath, take a day or two
Back against the frame
It feels all the same
Playing stupid games like you used to
Going on the fly
The air was always dry
And you begin to cry like you used to
No-one really knows me
I'm frightened by the thought
Grade-school days never weighed a lot
So toss me a paintbrush
I'll make something last
Bound to take a dive in a bubblebath
Back against the frame
It feels all the same
Playing stupid games like you used to
Going on the fly
The air was always dry
And you begin to cry like you used to
