Maybe it's too easily fit   No problem seems to be as hard as before   Look for me under pillows   Hiding from self created anger   Sucking the dust for what's left   Well what do you care anyway      I'm like a spare tire, who is used when the first one breaks   Sorry if I'm out of style   I never meant to be in your way      Tell me when I've gone too far   I slipped and I grabbed the first thing I could find   You would've done the same   I've been away for too long this time   And you know probably I'm to blame for almost everything