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)