Molly The Front Bottoms

What the fuck?
How could this happen to me?
There's a million different people
Walking down a million different streets

I wonder if your Mom knew
The second that the car rolled in your direction
I wonder if your mom knew
Should have told about a thousand bad decisions

Stop asking questions
And learn to accept
That the things that we have right now
Are the best things that we've had yet

It's getting dark
This wasn't part of the plan
I'm closing my eyes
And I will never open them again

Oh no no, I've got numbers I could call
Start problems I don't need
Start trouble with my friends
That won't even matter when I leave

And I've got numbers I could call
Start problems I don't need
Start trouble with my friends
That won't even matter when I leave