I wonder how long it takes me to fall from this mountain that I call home
And if I took this suit off would you still think it's me
You used to say that your problems stem from years of neglect in a closet door
But just how long does it take you to fall from this mountain that you call home
Yeah we could've had better time
We could've had better times to live
But why regret the past if it's already happened
We're bound to crash
The only strangers we know are ourselves
We're full of shit
We contemplate the idea of being sad or pretending to care