Should I write myself out of the history books
And mark a place in time for every chance you took?
Don't get me wrong, I know you've got your life in place
I've yet to take a hint
Someday, I'm sure I'll get the picture, stop waiting up
When it all comes down to a sunrise on the East side
Will you be there to carry home
The remains of my wasted youth
This wasted time on you has left me shaking in waiting
Shaking in waiting for something more
Tonight is alive with the promise of a street-fight
And there's money on the table
Says your cheap-shots won't be able to break bones
I've yet to break a sweat, I'll make your past regret
It's future, here's to you
When it all comes down to a sunrise on the East side
Will you be there to carry home
The remains of my wasted youth
This wasted time on you has left me
Shaking in waiting for something more
Make all of my decisions for me
I've never taken the fall for deceit
I'll keep a secret if you keep me guessing
The taste of your lips says we shouldn't have met like-
Make all of my decisions for me
I've never taken the fall for deceit
We'll keep a secret if you keep me guessing
The taste of your lips says we shouldn't have met like this
I can keep a secret if you can keep me guessing
The flavor of your lips is enough to keep me pressing
For more than just a moment of truth between the lies told
To pull ourselves away from the lives we leave back-
(I can keep a secret if you can keep me guessing)
The flavor of your lips is enough to keep me here, keep me here
When it all comes down to a sunrise on the East side
Will you be there to carry me home
The remains of my wasted youth
This wasted time on you has left me
Shaking in waiting for something more