Sense
Hard to know, maybe if I'd skim the stone,Walk a different way back home, it would all make sense.Or shut my eyes, could lose myself in teenage lies.If I fell in love a thousand times, would it all make sense?
Cause I, I'm feeling pretty small,Sometimes feel like I'm slipping down wallsAnd every line I ever get a hold it seems to break.
Called you up and I could tell you just how much,No no, maybe I'll just get drunk and it will all make sense.Or if I weren't so nice, convince my friends that you weren't rightI could promise you my heart won't cry, but would it all make sense?
Cause I, I've been feeling pretty small,Sometimes feel like I'm slipping down wallsAnd every line I ever get a hold it seems to break.
Oh I, I've been feeling pretty small,Sometimes feel like I'm slipping down wallsAnd every line I ever get a hold it seems to break.