Counting our anniversaries Like they're a record of worth And not something to grieve about Standing still in place. I don't know how long I can go Before I break and run away. Remind me why we celebrate Stillness each dying year? Instead of freaking ourselves the fuck Out of our boring mold? I don't know how long I can go Before I split, from holding this in. I don't care how long has passed I've got to get out of this mess. Are you happy or settling? Are you happy or acting? I don't know how long I can go Before I break and run away. I don't care how long has passed I've got to get out of this mess.