Exhausted
Foo Fighters
I'm not around that much, running
Exhausted and lost
If it could be undone, will it
Have costed? It's taught
And lost
Blowing away, we stray, wilted
Insulted, at fault!
What if the day had stayed in bed?
These baubles we've brought
At fault
After the bliss has long ended
This caution, this fault
Give me a breeze that's long winded
Accosted, adult
Arrested
