I don't know why I can't reasonably fight this feeling inside me
It's cutting my body to pieces
And I can't say I would regret passing on, but it's not moving on that scares me its caring
Holding up signs by the road, watch the people move on, moving on to their own lives
It doesn't really matter at all
Hang your head low don't be late for the show
All the people below don't want you to go
What do they know
We stared at the ceiling said "what's the worth in feeling?" just focus on your breathing
Feeling useless and dumb, cling to her soft hum
Like the beat to a drum
Hang your head low don't be late for the show
All the people below don't want you to go
What do they know
What do they know