on account of

You peel bananas by cutting off the ends first

Maybe it's something I won't ever comprehend

Either it's too late or you can't wait for the sun to go

Riding the time by, looking off into the distance

So either it's too late or you can't wait for the sun to go

I can remember when you feel sick with vertigo

Claiming the cause stemmed from me talking in circles

You held on tight, blocking the light with your hand curled

Go on make those callous remarks as rough as your fingers are