Well, the sun was made for people who were never gonna touch it
But keep their heads up anyway
And my notebook's filled with stories, some of them have kept their meanings
Most of them I've thrown away
And my phone calls with the stranger
And we have nothing in common
And I have nothing to say
Fingertips find the pulse now
As the heart begins to slow down
And a best friend slips away
It used to go question and then answer
But we were younger and it was easy
And now it goes question and then question
Question, answers don't come so easy
But I am a grown-up, so I should find something to occupy my time
Instead of notebooks filled with nonsense
Looking for answers I'll never find
Sometimes you talk when you are sleeping about things that have no meaning
But I listen anyway
I have been thinking about leaving, but my best options say to stay
I think I'll lay down in the street and let the cars drag me away
You know what I mean? - I think you ask me when you're done telling me your story
But I am drunk and I have been ignoring every single word you say
And now you show me new tattoos as my fingers touch your skin
You say they all have so much meaning, while colored ink is sinking in
It used to go question and then answer
But we were younger and it was easy
And now it goes question and then question
Question, answers don't come so easy
But I am a grown-up, so I should find something to occupy my time
Instead of notebooks filled with nonsense
Looking for answers I'll never find