[Verse 1]
Sometimes I think this cycle never ends
We slide from top to bottom, then we turn and climb again
And it seems by the time that I have figured what it's worth
The squeaking of our skin against the steel has gotten worse
[Pre-Chorus]
But if I move my place in line, I'll lose
And I have waited, the anticipation's got me glued
[Chorus 1]
I am waiting for something to go wrong
I am waiting for familiar resolve
[Verse 2]
Sometimes it seems that I don't have the skills to recollect
The twists and turns of plot that turned us from lovers to friends
I'm thinking I should take that volume back up off the shelf
And crack its weary spine and read to help remind myself
[Pre-Chorus]
But if I move my place in line, I'll lose
And I have waited, the anticipation's got me glued
[Chorus 2]
I am waiting for something to go wrong
I am waiting for familiar resolve
I am waiting for another repeat
Another diet fed by crippling defeat
And I am waiting for that sense of relief
I am waiting for you to flee the scene
As if you held in your hand the smoking gun
And on the floor lay the one you said you loved
Sometimes I think this cycle never ends
We slide from top to bottom, then we turn and climb again
And it seems by the time that I have figured what it's worth
The squeaking of our skin against the steel has gotten worse
[Pre-Chorus]
But if I move my place in line, I'll lose
And I have waited, the anticipation's got me glued
[Chorus 1]
I am waiting for something to go wrong
I am waiting for familiar resolve
[Verse 2]
Sometimes it seems that I don't have the skills to recollect
The twists and turns of plot that turned us from lovers to friends
I'm thinking I should take that volume back up off the shelf
And crack its weary spine and read to help remind myself
[Pre-Chorus]
But if I move my place in line, I'll lose
And I have waited, the anticipation's got me glued
[Chorus 2]
I am waiting for something to go wrong
I am waiting for familiar resolve
I am waiting for another repeat
Another diet fed by crippling defeat
And I am waiting for that sense of relief
I am waiting for you to flee the scene
As if you held in your hand the smoking gun
And on the floor lay the one you said you loved
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