The Question Came Up - Not On Tour

Everything we bragged about

All those days I felt its my fault, I wasn’t up — I wasn’t up to date

Or wasn’t good enough to stand behind my actions, always with a question mark

Always unsure — maybe it’s just not me?

Maybe I’m right this time, people are what they are

Obsessive or stupid or smart or just maybe it’s just me this time

I’m sick of maybes, sick of asking why

Why is it not working?

How the hell can we be bored?

How the hell is life so short?

How the hell do we move on?

That’s too much to think about