Maybe it's too easily fit
No problem seems to be as hard as before
Look for me under pillows
Hiding from self created anger
Sucking the dust for what's left
Well what do you care anyway
I'm like a spare tire, who is used when the first one breaks
Sorry if I'm out of style
I never meant to be in your way
Tell me when I've gone too far
I slipped and I grabbed the first thing I could find
You would've done the same
I've been away for too long this time
And you know probably I'm to blame for almost everything
