I don't know how
It's come to this
Blew out your smoke
When we were sitting on the pavement
Fourth of July
Try and ease mind
You called my bluff
When you told me I'd been lying to myself
In all those little ways you told me not to
In all those little ways I'd rather not know
Are even in there at all
I used think
I was a machine
Of little working men
Who kept me alive and running
You looked inside
Made you close your eyes
Remembering the night
We sat on the hood and watched the planes roll by
And counted all the people who we'd just seen
All the ones who didn't know we're watching
Blinded by the setting sun
Crockpot of a mind
I'll get there with time
Dust in my lungs
A battle over the volume
Pressure in your thumbs
I follow along
Don't make me choose
Cause you know me well, you know I'll always choose wrong
Follow the examples that he gave me
Never passing up an opportunity
Just do the choosing for me
Just do the choosing for me
Just do the choosing for me