I can't remember the last time I looked someone in the eye Keeping myself in suspense Well I've long since sold my soul to a ghost of where I've been I've long since grown to know the consequences of this life I choose to live But isn't it obvious? I understand your intent, and where you're going with all of this (Where are you going with all of this?) I understand you're afraid of letting go And that everyone deserves a place to call their home But isn't it obvious that it secretly brings you relief To hear all these terrible things about me? So I said to myself "When was the last time that we spoke? There's a train wreck ahead, and at this rate you'll never avoid it" Then it came just as clear as day I desire what will destroy me in the end But isn't it obvious that it secretly brings you relief To hear all these terrible things about me?
