It's a rattle on the wing
You say it's ok telling me
It don't mean anything
But it's a conflict of interest
It's grinding our teeth
I can feel you
Tossing back and forth
You say it's ok believe me
As the wheels are falling off
There's no breathing apparatus
Function under my seat
So this is how it ends
Finally gets broken
Not how it begins
There's nothing left to hold
Nothing left to fix
This is how it ends