There's a million little questions I'd like to ask,
And a few of them that I can remember.
You're hanging on, you're hanging on your dad.
You're running from, you're running from your dad.
And I can smell it form my apartment.
Cars are going faster every day.
I hear cancer's more painful this way.
I'm sitting down, I'm sitting down in my place.
I'm hanging out, I'm hanging out at my place.
And I can smell it from my apartment.
And I can smell it from my apartment.
Too bad I can't stop a thing,
Too bad you're not going to tell me,
What's the point of anything I do?
What's the point of anything I do?