It hits me when I drive
It hits me all the time
When I'm faced with a feeling
That the floor is the ceiling
And everything comes down
To the choices I make
The promises I break
I messed up
I fessed up
But you're not immune
I hate to be wrong but I love to assume
She lies in a pile of torn memories
Ashes to ashes we all burn the same
Doesn't matter anyway
Will it matter anyway
I know what I did was right
I knew that it would just take time
To be accustomed to the changes
I had started with my life
You tell me that I'm different
I can tell you've always felt
That I was doing something
But I only fixed myself
I messed up
I fessed up
But you're not immune
I hate to be wrong but I love to assume
She lies in a pile of torn memories
Ashes to ashes we all burn the same
You burn
I burn
We burn
We burn
You burn
I burn
We burn
We burn
We burn
We burn