| Well, the sun was made for people who were never gonna |
| touch it |
| but keep their heads up anyway |
| And my notebook’s filled with stories, some of them |
| have kept their meanings |
| most of them I’ve thrown away |
| And my phone calls with the stranger |
| And we have nothing in common |
| And I have nothing to say |
| Fingertips find the pulse now |
| As the heart begins to slow down |
| And a best friend slips away |
| It used to go question and then answer |
| But we were younger and it was easy |
| And now it goes question and then question, |
| Question, answers don’t come so easy |
| But I am a grown-up, so I should find something to |
| occupy my time |
| Instead of notebooks filled with nonsense |
| Looking for answers I’ll never find. |
| Sometimes you talk when you are sleeping about things |
| that have no meaning |
| but I listen anyway |
| I have been thinking about leaving, but my best options |
| say to stay |
| I think I’ll lay down in the street and let the cars |
| drag me away |
| «You know what I mean?» I think you ask me when you’re |
| done telling me your story |
| But I am drunk and I have been ignoring every single |
| word you say. |
| And now you show me new tattoos as my fingers touch |
| your skin |
| You say they all have so much meaning, while colored |
| ink is sinking in. |
| It used to go question and then answer |
| But we were younger and it was easy |
| And now it goes question and then question, |
| Question, answers don’t come so easy |
| But I am a grown-up, so I should find something to |
| occupy my time |
| Instead of notebooks filled with nonsense |
| Looking for answers I’ll never find. |