The Host

I can't stand the fun we're having
Drifting off and rambling on
High roads full of a mass contusions
My cripping 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 your all 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

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 did it right