Steve Holt!

Well nothing's what it was last week
Still our limbs work just the same
But all our holes burn much too deep
With the reasons we can't fall asleep

And i don't know why

When all that was left were daydreams
And sweaters it's too warm to wear
You decided you'd be sorry
Frankly, i don't think it's fair

And i don't know why i even try most times

So that's the problem with kids like you and me
We make one-thousand-foot-tall mountains from
The speedbumps on our street
And stand still