I can’t give any more clues. I can’t lay low forever too, like limbo, or criminal code. Any more of this and I might lose my mind or my reason, or maybe just my own sweet certainty. You’re the answer. You’re cancer. You’re everything I hoped you wouldn’t be.
You made my story short. You give me no resort.
I’d like to fade away. (can’t expect it, can’t suspend it).
So can I reach you if I can see through the firewall around our déjá vu? You’re secrets, I may not know. But you can tell me this, are you for sure? You’re guilty, red-handed, or maybe that’s just what you need to sleep. I’m the answer to this cancer. But you’re a virus I will never need.
All’s well that ends. Well let’s just forget it.. All’s well that ends well. Let’s just regret it.
I need to get away. Why won’t you fade away, fade away, fade away? I need to get my way. I can’t accept it, can’t erase it. I’m never gonna fake it.