All These Accidents Testo

you starve me in little ways but i don't mind. lie still beneath the weight that keeps us on. so why is it everything or nothing at all when all these accidents seem so wrong? these little accidents they go on. they can't go on. the hopeless comes in the night for another round. at poor peace i sleep in this stranger's town. and wait for you to throw me one last time because all these accidents seem so wrong. these little accidents they go on. all these accidents seem so wrong. they can't go on