Dance Gavin Dance

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