Текст песни Frank Iero and the Future Violents - The host

I can't stand the fun we're having Drifting off and rambling on With 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 bed and blanket statements You're playing house like we'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 (I never wanted to want much more) What have I waited for? I'm running out of time I'm running out of time I'd give up everything all for a glimpse On and on, I'm so far gone On and on, I'm so far gone On and on, so far gone On and on, I'm so far gone And you're choking on all your good decisions While I'm basking in what I settled for (I never wanted to want much more) I'm looking for a sign I'm looking for a sign I'm looking for a sign I did it right
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