I'm in the backseat feeling peaceful
I wish I was in a coma half dead
Maybe that's how the river stops to flow
Tearing every day until no tears are left
People make mistakes all the time
That's why there is rubber at the end of a pencil
I heard that once before from a friend of mine
Nothing is original anymore
I'm sorry for stabbing you behind your back
But I can't stop it, it's who I'm
And you said to me, "As long you don't tell
We can keep it our little secret"
I'm with tears flowing from my eyes
At three a.m., listening to lesbians
And somehow, I relate to it
I'm sorry for hurting you
