Текст песни 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
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