talk over, talk over
every little sound.
gone 20, on 30
can't we just be friends?
so you're looking for a ride.
saw you coming up the side.
lean your head upon the window for a while
and take it out.
who sent you? who made you?
why are you looking around?
who caught you? who kept you,
kept you for a while?
so you're going for a ride.
say you're boiling up inside.
well if you're going,
then come on and choose a side
'cause it's getting tired, tired.
us leaving, ice breaking.
why's it always feel fine?
why's it always feel fine?