Well nothing's what it was last week
Still our limbs work just the same
But all our holes burn much too deep
With the reasons we can't fall asleep

And I don't know why

When all that was left were daydreams
And sweaters it's too warm to wear
You decided you'd be sorry
Frankly, I don't think it's fair

And I don't know why I even try most times

So that's the problem with kids like you and me
We make one-thousand-foot-tall mountains from
The speedbumps on our street
And stand still