James

I must admit
Sometimes I miss
The laughs, the laughs
I must admit
The few bits
I miss, I miss, I miss
And I'd think I was just seeing things
Turns out I saw everything

Bleeding out on your own
Hold up in your dead end home
Even then thats too good
For you
For you
That's too good, for you

How the stories on repeat
Different groups, three times a week
I nodded and said 'yeah'
But I never ever ever even dared
It's never gotten funnier
But I guess it gets sunnier

But I'm not feeling it I guess
I'm not feeling it I guess
I'm not feeling it I guess
I'm not feeling it I guess

They always say its a tragedy
After ignoring all the stories
People love to cover their ears
Then offer their sympathies
When everyone already knows
Thats how these stories go
Of course its raining today
God's just so funny in that way

And the words keep tumbling, tumbling out
Tumbling, tumbling, tumbling out
Tumbling, tumbling, tumbling oit
They keep on tumbling out
(Tumbling, tumbling, tumbling, tumbling)
(Tumbling, tumbling, tumbling, tumbling)
(Tumbling, tumbling, tumbling, tumbling)
(Tumbling, tumbling, tumbling, tumbling)

And if I saw you
I'd freeze
We'd meet eyes
Beam a smile
Then as you walk away
I think of the things to say
But its too late
Its too late

I'm so tired
I'm so tired