Standing at the brink of disaster she waits for a sign and it never comes
So patient but it never comes at all.
Looking for somebody to tell her "you're great"
But she knows it'll never last aren't you tired of carrying around your past
my love?
But I'm sorry I don't care, Is there something I don't know? I'm sorry that
there's no way to go back home. Your suburban existence is no longer a
shelter. The things you see that marked you to the bone.
Love him 'til he starts to remember those days
when at least he used to love himself.
He's not the picture of mental health anymore.
Hoping he can beat the obsession,
he swears that tomorrow everything will change,
but tomorrow's just another day anyway.
But I'm sorry I don't care.
Is there something I don't know?
I'm sorry that there's no way to go back home.
Your suburban existence is no longer a shelter.
The things you see that marked you to the bone. (x2)