Maybe it's too easily fit
No problem seems to be as hard as before
Look for me under pillows
Hiding from self created anger
s**ing the dust for what's left
Well what do you care anyway
I'm like a spare tire, who is used when the first one breaks
Sorry if I'm out of style
I never meant to be in your way
Tell me when I've gone too far
I slipped and I grabbed the first thing I could find
You would've done the same
I've been away for too long this time
And you know probably I'm to blame for almost everything