When Will You Go

Who knew that you would follow me
I think of you as highly guarded
It's easy when you call to me
I go to where I'm told
I'm wanted and can't relate
To things back and forth
and disintegrate
So why do you ask me

When will you go? Nothing's permanent, I thought you know
Why do you ask me
When will you go? Nothing's permanent, I thought you know

I'll take you where you hold your fears
I'll show you what you know, but can't see
I keep you where I know you'll be
I'll show you what it means to be
discarded and put to the side
Like things back and forth
and can't integrate
So why do you ask me

When will you go? Nothing's permanent, I thought you know
Why do you ask me
When will you go? Nothing's permanent, I thought you know

Is this your last call to me?
I hope it is