Motor Sözleri

Broken pieces on the ground

Fading in and fading out

Masochistic happiness

I wonder why you won't move on

And what you'll do when I am gone

This hasn't really made much sense

Since the very first time

Chorus:

I was never meant to be a motor

And I've just always kind of been a floater

If ever you should come around

And try to keep from coming down

Then I (oh I) then I will be your only one

I remember thinking I would try

To slow you down so we could find

All the things that you had missed

The reoccuring consequence

Trippin' on me in your OCD

A drama queen that just won't agree

I am just the accident

In your ever tragic comedy

Repeat Chorus

Tell me this or tell me that

But I don't listen much to that

Erase the face you wear and come inside

Repeat Chorus