Paroles: Avail. 4 AM Friday. Simple Song.

going over in my head what seems like everything remembering commitments that nowadays just blend i don't know where i'm going and i don't think i care i had my taste wound up misplaced bounced off those troubles clear did i trip myself up again? did i see more than you did? decisions made without regard returning a regret i knew they could but thought they would come crashing with success they know nothing about me and i really doubt they care but that's alright cause by myself i do fine anywhere it seems like i shouldn't have pushed it hid myself and lost focus for a change shouldn't of made my self committed i got to know that one by now i'm better off without