My Blue Heaven

Taking Back Sunday
My Blue Heaven

Two selves twist and then collide;
Youre coming off the cart ( Am I coming? )
Im 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 its 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 its you I cant deny .
( You I cant deny. )

Dull heat rises from the sheets.
Im 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 its 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 its you I cant deny.
( You I cant deny. )

We swing and we sway
As this tiny voice in
My head starts to sing
Youre sick , child, you are sick.
( Youre sick, child, you are sick. )
Youre sick, child, you are sick.

We swing and we sway
As this tiny voice in
My head starts to sing
Youre sick, child, you are sick.
Youre sick, child, you are ..
Sick ( sick ), sick ( sick ),
You are sick.

We swing and we sway
As this tiny voicein
My head starts to sing
Youre sick, child, you are sick. ( Am I coming? )
Youre sick, child, you are sick. ( Am I -- )
Coming through ?

Is this all too familiar?
Does it happen all the time?
Im just asking you to hear me.
Could you please, just once, just hear me?
More then anything you wanted to be right.
Still its you, you, its you I cant deny.
( You I cant deny. )
Its you I cant deny.