Fumes

Running on fumes and secondhand shoes,
keeping me going.
I know what I’m supposed to do,
but nothing you say will make me stop moving.
Chorus:
So far I’ve avoided the consequence,
As for what’s next I guess I’ll try to get out of it.
Complacency is the currency.
Good enough is enough for me.
Good enough for me.
Nothing but fumes escape my lips and I haven’t realized.
It’s killing you to watch me burn away,
my ashes fly.
Chorus (2):
So far I’ve avoided the consequence,
As for what’s next I guess I’ll try to get out of it.
You’re preying eyes make me terrified,
but I’ll just hide behind the light.
Don’t expect much from me.
Don’t you pray, pray for me.
Please save your pity.
This is all I need.
It’s good enough for me.
It’s good enough for me.