First of all, I find it hard to take my open mouth and start
Some insane conversation with someone else
I think I know the feeling's mutual but in their careless monologue
I can't find a reason to care, and it makes me sad
In the shape of what we find when we wake to the afternoon
Hardly on the path to any righteous sigh I've used
I'm not waiting for my friends to separate and
I'm not thinking how my life is going to change...
It's never gonna change at all
Now we're off to find some way
To make the public stare and wave
But they can't find a reason to care, and it makes me sad
She calls me up on her cracked smartphone to tell me how
The world has grown in her fancy clothes and her untouched stove
Never gone a day without love...