It seems like you've always known exactly what to say, 
meanwhile I never know what to do with myself 
When I get this way I'm walking on [bad word] in all the nights we've shared, 
I guess I'm walking on 
Because there's nothing left inside of me that cares, 
I'm sorry that I can't deny, the feelings that I've put aside 
I've wasted my time for so long, 
so tell how could this go up in flames when I've been awaiting 
The return of blood, 
it seems like you've always known things would turn out this way, 
sometimes you never know 
What can happen on any given day, 
it seems like you've always known things would turn out this way