Well nothing's what it was last week Still our limbs work just the same But all our holes burn much too deep With the reasons we can't fall asleep And i don't know why When all that was left were daydreams And sweaters it's too warm to wear You decided you'd be sorry Frankly, i don't think it's fair And i don't know why i even try most times So that's the problem with kids like you and me We make one-thousand-foot-tall mountains from The speedbumps on our street And stand still