I see youve made your way into my room again Youre standing on the edge of my bed
And your running circles around my head telling me everything that should have been
Oh no!
But this is getting old, I have no time to discuss Something that wouldn't amount to much
And I know that the reaction seems to be getting quite old, but in time youll be fine You'll do what you do, strike a match make your move.. and i know that this is the end
You're burning down the city tonight, you're keeping tabs on who puts up a fight... but you're running circles around my head and im so sorry that this is the end.