seams

And I miss you And I wish that things were different But I don't know what I'd change If they gave the whole damn world I think I'd tumble around Fumblin The bag At the store And I can't stop fidgeting around When my heart Is bursting at the seams Fumblin' the bag Fake-ass confessions On the stand We don't know why we're here But we're tryna understand The way that things have been The way that things are going down the drain