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