Sucking The Dust


Maybe it's too easily fit

No problem seems to be as hard as before

Look for me under pillows

Hiding from self created anger

Sucking the dust for what's left

Well what do you care anyway

I'm like a spare tire, who is used when the first one breaks

Sorry if I'm out of style

I never meant to be in your way

Tell me when I've gone too far

I slipped and I grabbed the first thing I could find

You would've done the same

I've been away for too long this time

And you know probably I'm to blame for almost everything