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