Cold hands, grip firm

Twist a little, go fast

I can feel your breasts, right up in my back

Nothing much changes, ever so slightly

Losing everything, holding on so tightly

Looking for the answers, never taking chances at all

Riding fast in the high notes and the cracks

But when the world gets twisted up, and shaken up, I end up on my back

Reheat my coffee for the seventeenth time

Same things, there's so little that's really mine

Passing you by, pretending I don't know you

Strange to think that you used to be my only, so to speak

It's strange that we never ever speak

It's a cry for help, but I'm never coming back

Stuff all my things in a little black bag

And I know that I'm almost done with you

And I know that it's me, 'cause it's never you

But the overflow, makes me feel like I'm missing out

Funny to see, we're older now

Funny how time can't calm you down

Falling over yourself

Someone take me off the shelf

Our big dumb dreams seem like nothing much at all

And I know that I'm almost done with you

And I know that it's me, 'cause it's never you

But the overflow, makes me feel like I'm missing out

The overflow, makes me feel like I'm missing out