If they dropped the bomb
Would you love me then
If i was wrong
Would it be okay
Well i can see holes in everyone
A change of season
If i found a way
To make amends
Would you say i was too late
Well i can find
The holes on anyone
A change of season
A change of season
I feel like i'm losing for money
I feel like i'm losing for free
I feel older than the dead angel on my shoulder claims to be
I feel like we're drinking and driving
I feel like we're running into walls
I feel like swimming in your apathy
You know i'd love to be your conscience when it calls
If they made me crawl
Would you love me then
If i was small
Would it be okay
Well i can see
The need in everyone
A change of season
A change of season
I feel like i'm losing for money
I feel like i'm losing for free
I feel older than the dead angel on my shoulder claims to be
I feel like we're drinking and driving
I feel like we're running into walls
I feel like swimming in your apathy as a kind of parody
For miles and miles, miles
I feel like somebody's missing
I feel like somebody's missing
I think somebody's missing