They say he has grace like any bull in a china shop
(fallin, what can you do)
He walks in the room, counting time on his fingers
(look at what's haunting you)
We're messed up, cause you f**ed up
(seems like I never knew, how to lose you)
Break in two I do now count your fingers
Far from home you leave a trail
See anymore? It was obvious
By now you should know
How can all get lost so far
What are you looking for
Break in two I do now count your fingers
Far from home you leave a trail
Seems like I never knew
Tryin to get through
I'll never, never let it pa** on to
Tryin to get old
You'll never, never let it go out