Taking Back Sunday

Two selves twist and then collide;
You're coming off the cart (Am I coming?)
I'm coming through. (Am I coming?)
A torturous condition to a spin cycled submission,
You know, sometimes it just feels better to give in.
(Sometimes, it just feels better to give in.)
And it's all too familiar
And it happens all the time.
All the cards begin to stack up,
Twisting heartache into fine
Little pieces that avoid an awful crime,
But it's you I can't deny.
(You I can't deny.)
Dull heat rises from the sheets.
I'm both a patient boy,
Well, and a jealous man. (Am I coming?)
But double standard of suspicion
Is running deep, oh, my blue heaven,
Sometimes, it just feels better to give in.
(Sometimes, it just feels better to give in.)
And it's all too familiar
And it happens all the time.
All the cards begin to stack up,
Twisting heartache into fine
Little pieces that avoid an awful crime,
But it's you I can't deny.
(You I can't deny.)
We swing and we sway