We'll talk for hours maybe even days And then for weeks and months and years Whatever's left But I'm not listening 'cause nothing that you'll say Will
Don't worry I don't have anything else And I'm sorry I'm not just gonna pretend So I'm guessing what that means is that I'm not here So it's settled
kind of stare and wish that you were there But I know in the end you'll just tell me that I'm sorry you got hurt But I won't take sides This is how we spin
I'm singing along I'm playing along But in the end I'm just another bolt I'm getting it all I'm making the calls But in the end I'm just another..
