Sometimes I think this cycle never ends
I am waiting for another repeat
And crack it's weary spine and read to help remind myself
Another diet fed by crippling defeat
The squeaking of our skin against the steel has gotten worse
And I have waited, the anticipation's got me glued
And it seems by the time that I have figured what it's worth
I am waiting for something to go wrong
But if I move my place in line I'll lose
And I am waiting for that sense of relief
And it's strange, they are basically the same
I am waiting for you to flee the scene
I am waiting for familiar resolve
But if I move my place in line I'll lose
And on the floor lay the one you said you loved
Sometimes it seems that I don't have the skills to recollect
The squeaking of our skin against the steel has gotten worse
The squeaking of our skin against the steel has gotten worse
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
So I don't ask names anymore
As if you held in your hand the smoking gun
I am waiting for familiar resolve
And it seems by the time that I have figured what it's worth
I am waiting for something to go wrong
And I have waited, the anticipation's got me glued
We slide from top to bottom and we turn and climb again
