There's been no attempts at all to stop this bitter slide
The atmosphere's gone cold, and our language clipped and dry
Resorting to the easy way
Avoiding where we're at
Hey, we're falling out
Hey, we're falling out
Hey, we're falling out
Some people might evolve, I guess that's inevitable
(We hang on tight to status quo, and leave what's well enough alone)
But my mind still revolves around when we were inseparable
(We shy away from the unknown, and simply want to get back to yesterday)
I want to get back to yesterday
What's keeping us from that?
Hey, we're falling out
Hey, we're falling out
Hey, we're falling out
Hey, we're falling out
Hey, we're falling out
The result of our insistence on taking the path of least resistance
The result of our insistence on taking the path of least resistance now