Lyrics The Host - Frank Iero and The Future Violents

I can't stand the fun we're having
Drifting off and rambling on
High roads full of mass contusions
My crippling fears, and your designer jeans
You're choking on all your good decisions
While I'm basking in what I settled for
(I never wanted, to want much more)
Unmade beds and blanket statements
You're playing house like you're home alone
On and on
So far gone
On and on
I'm so far gone
You're choking on all your good decisions
While I'm basking in what I settled for.
What have I waited for?
I'm running out of time
I'm running out of time
I'd give up everything, just for a glimpse
On and on
So far gone
On and on
So far gone
On and on
So far gone
On and on
So far gone
You're choking on all those good decisions
While I'm basking in what I settled for
We're all looking for a sign
We're all looking for a sign
We're all looking for a sign
We did it right