Lyrics Autographs And Apologies

Outline of a storyboard with no idea
Head first in the shallow end
And I apologize if I do not care

Busy hands keep swimming
They don't like swallowing to the abstract motor
"Gotta make that motor hum, gotta make it run."
Forward seems like forever when "ever" is hand over

hand over hand
The busy hands keep swimming
Gotta make that motor "hum"
Get it over and done

So much for the autographs
So much for apologies
So much for the promises I never intended to keep
How does it all add up?
How does the story end?
I can't let go
I can't pretend

Very I'm so friendly
Very I'm so halloween
So this is what I wanted
Gotta keep those channels clean and other sobering

themes
I'm drowning by numbers
My halo is bent
It's a fat fucking lie
And so the abstract motor gives in
It says "At least I tried."
At least I tried

So much for the autographs
So much for apologies
So much for the promises I never intended to keep
How does it all add up?
How does the story end?
I can't let go (I can't let go)
I can't pretend
I can't let go (I can't let go)
I can't pretend