Let's take some time to reflect and restart,
We tip over three-wheeled shopping carts,
A crippled man with his mangled hands
Looks at the blonde with her hideous, orange, fake tan.
Decide, decide, decide.
Who thinks that I, that I am out of line
For being sober finding four leaf clovers,
Lawn mowers and truck towers,
So lucky all of the time.
Decide, decide, decide.
I've got a mind and it's weighing me down,
28 pounds, and lucky for me, so lucky for me,
I'll never see that bitch again.
So, I'll make a fist and rip the threads we've sewn,
Since it's come to this, it feels like nobody's home.
So my cover's blown, rip open the threads we've sewn.
So, I'll make a fist and rip the threads we've sewn,
Since it's come to this, it feels like nobody's home.
So my cover's blown, rip open the threads we've sewn.
Nobody's home.
Nobody's home.
Well, I've lied with a fantastic picture I, well I've lied.
We're going in new directions.
Well, I've lied with a fantastic picture I, well I've lied.
From sleeping away the century.
Well, let's start from the beginning right now,
I'd do that if you weren't so impatient.
We're going in new directions.
Well I'll stop you and give me the time of day,
It's so sad, I've got no more lines to read.
From sleeping away the century.
