Letras
Baking in the pavement of the crosswalk
When will I no longer be hit by your car
Not in the front seat but can't be a backseat driver
I am a trier
But there's only so much that you can try
Break it down, "principle"
No one seems to know it though at all
You're gonna make me sad now
(you're gonna make me sad now)
I'm out of control now
(out of control)
Falling down the rabbit hole, falling fast and falling slow
I hit the floor and you slam the door
No one ever said it would be easy
Dragged across the highway is a lot of damage
Breaking hearts and sinking ships is easy
I'm feeling queasy
But then again, what else is new?
Not in the front seat but can't be a backseat driver
I am a trier
But I'm never going to try again
Break it down, "principle"
No one seems to know it though at all
You're gonna make me sad now
(you're gonna make me sad now)
I'm out of control now
(out of control)
Falling down the rabbit hole, falling fast and falling slow
I hit the floor
(I hit the floor)
And you slam the door
People are asking, people are saying, "what's wrong with you?"
And I don't know what I should say
I'm going to go so far away anyway
And I have to decide that I'm okay
Breaking hearts and sinking ships is easy
I'm feeling queasy
And then the boat tips backwards
Break it down, "principle"
No one seems to know it though at all
You're gonna make me sad now
(you're gonna make me sad now)
I'm out of control now
(out of control)
Falling down the rabbit hole, falling fast
And falling slow, I hit the floor
(I hit the floor)
And you slam the door