These Things
There is nothing to see here people keep moving onSlowly their necks turn and then they're goneNo one cares when the show is done
Standing in line and its cold and you want to goRemember a joke so you turn aroundThere is no one to listen so you laugh by yourself
I heard it's cold out, but her popsicle meltsShe's in the bathroom, she pleasures herselfSays I'm a bad man, she's locking me outIt's cause of these things, it's cause of these things
Let make a fast plan, watch it burn to the groundI try to whisper, so no one figures it outI'm not a bad man, I'm just overwhelmedIt's cause of these things, it's cause of these things
The crowd on the street walks slowly, don't mind the rainLovers hold hands to numb the pain,Gripping tightly to something that they will never own
And those by themselves by choice or by some rewardNo mistakes only now you're boredThis is the time of your life but you just can't tell
I heard it's cold out, but her popsicle meltsShe's in the bathroom, she pleasures herselfSays I'm a bad man, she's locking me outIt's cause of these things, it's cause of these things
Let make a fast plan, watch it burn to the groundI try to whisper, so no one figures it outI'm not a bad man, I'm just overwhelmedIt's cause of these things, it's cause of these things