I don't want to see you destroy my chance to be the one who writes the rules.
You've got many tales to tell and I figured you'd see me well but now I wonder why.
We've been working while you've been (?) around.
I wish you all the best
I give my lungs a rest
I wait until that sinking feeling's happening in my chest.
I don't understand how you can justify your plan to be the one who fights the rules.
You take the time to wind us up, you know for when we've had enough and still I wonder why.
We've been waiting and you've been lurking around.
I wish you all the best
I give my lungs a rest
I wait until that sinking feeling's happening in my chest.
I'll crumble and I'm fret
I'm fading with the rest
Still waiting 'til that sinking feeling's happening in my chest