Broken pieces on the ground   Fading in and fading out   Masochistic happiness      I wonder, why you won't move on   And what you'll do when I am gone?   This hasn't really made much sense   Since the very first time      I was never meant to be a motor   And I've just always kind of been a floater   If ever you should come around   And try to keep from coming down   Then I, then I will be your only one   (Oh, I)      I remember, thinking I would try   To slow you down so we could find   All the things that you had missed   The reoccurring consequence      Trippin' on me in your OCD   A drama queen that just won't agree   I am just the accident   In your ever tragic comedy      I was never meant to be a motor   And I've just always kind of been a floater   If ever you should come around   And try to keep from coming down   Then I, then I will be your only one   (Oh, I)      Tell me this or tell me that   But I don't listen much to that   Erase the face you wear   And come inside      I was never meant to be a motor   And I've just always kind of been a floater   If ever you should come around   And try to keep from coming down   Then I, then I will be your only one   (Oh, I)