you starve me in little ways but i don't mind. lie still 
beneath the weight that keeps us on. so why is it 
everything or nothing at all when all these accidents 
seem so wrong? these little accidents they go on. they 
can't go on. the hopeless comes in the night for another 
round. at poor peace i sleep in this stranger's town. and 
wait for you to throw me one last time because all these 
accidents seem so wrong. these little accidents they go 
on. all these accidents seem so wrong. they can't go on