These Things

There is nothing to see here people keep moving on 
 Slowly their necks turn and then they're gone 
 No one cares when the show is done 

 Standing in line and its cold and you want to go 
 Remember a joke so you turn around 
 There is no one to listen so you laugh by yourself 

[Chorus:]
 I heard it's cold out, but her popsicle melts 
 She's in the bathroom, she pleasures herself 
 Says I'm a bad man, she's locking me out 
 It's cause of these things, it's cause of these things 

 Let make a fast plan, watch it burn to the ground 
 I try to whisper, so no one figures it out 
 I'm not a bad man, I'm just overwhelmed 
 It's cause of these things, it's cause of these things 

 The crowd on the street walks slowly, don't mind the rain 
 Lovers hold hands to numb the pain, 
 Gripping tightly to something that they will never own 

 And those by themselves by choice or by some reward 
 No mistakes only now you're bored 
 This is the time of your life but you just can't tell 

[Chorus 2.5X]