Sometimes I like to stick my fingers

where they don't belong.

Sometimes I like to fake a fever

and just stay home.

'Cause we smile in here

we don't get too close to sadness.

'Cause what's holding us

is just about to break.

Ain't it funny how

life can drag behind us

just like so much dead weight.

Sometimes what feels like

pretty good music

is just the same old song.

Sometimes we deal with

bygone bruises

and find it's been too long.

But we laugh in here

we don't get too close to sadness.

We know good enough

is a thousand miles from grace.

Ain't it funny how

life can drag behind us

just like so much

dead weight.

And my hometown train

is pulling from the station.

And I know for once

I really will be late.

And I'll dream that we

can leave the past behind us

just like to much

dead weight.

Sometimes I like to stick my fingers

where they don't belong