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