My Apartment

There's a million little questions I'd like to ask
And a few of them that I can remember
You're hanging on, you're hanging on your dad
You're running from, you're running from your dad
And I can smell it from my apartment

Cars are going faster every day
I hear cancer's more painful this way
I'm sitting down, I'm sitting down in my place
I'm hanging out, I'm hanging out at my place
And I can smell it from my apartment
And I can smell it from my apartment

Too bad I can't stop a thing
Too bad you're not going to tell me

What's the point of anything I do?
What's the point of anything I do?