Brainded

Sitting and watching as the world just passes me by

Day by day these words of passion they lie

Whats the point of talking if we both just end up confused

Feeling like im falling and its just another braindead excuse

Try new things the truth is im wondering what you're up to now

But two things untrue things im left to conjure up our vows

Im sorry doesn't cut it

Im sorry doesn't cut it

Pulling out the pages that we both know have no good use

Always disappointed in the way we get no amuse

Choking on words but im never one to be shy

Making conversation but id rather curl up and die

The truth is im stupid and wondering how you're coping now

When two things and chew things are fumbling through my mind somehow

Im sorry doesn't cut it

Im sorry doesn't cut it