I spent the night counting down all the cracks in the wall I'll start having to cope with the fact that I see everything that used to hold my feet on the ground Falling apart around me
Everybody knows the world will spin without you And talk about you when you're away Your best years see further away
Maybe this year I'll get myself off of the floor And try to pretend That things are getting better, that I'm changing Bi i still feel the same
My friends and I still get off on making no sense at all We'll start having to cope with the fact that All these words that make no sense will be the best I've ever said They make sense in my head
Even if this is the last sunshine Let's warm ourselves in it We'll just spend the rest of our days in the shade
Maybe this year I'll get myself off of the floor Maybe I won't Things might get better, Yeah, I might change But I don't care at all
