Motor (Neve)

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 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, then I will be your only one (Oh, I) I remember, thinking I would try To slow you down so we could find All the things that you had missed The reoccurring 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 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, then I will be your only one (Oh, I) Tell me this or tell me that But I don't listen much to that Erase the face you wear And come inside 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, then I will be your only one (Oh, I)