A split-second decision making process
I'm taking breaks from back-breaking posture
I'm heading down a spiral staircase, turned around
To bated breath I can see in front of me
I'll push tempo through tempered teeth
I'll breathe out to the tune of turning in right now
So if it's not too late for introductions' sake
I'll withdraw my most modest savings and make the night move on
But if we're taking bets
This is probably as good as this night gets
For the sake of this song
This was about you all along
It's a drunken sucker-push
It's a fragile fist across the chin
And I'm laughing at all the trouble this will get you in
A split-second decision making process
You'll run inside and tell our friends what you've just done
A churning pulse through everyone
Chase you down the block, we just wanted to talk
But you're gripped up and clocked across the face
Photo frozen and re-arranged that way
It's a drunken sucker-push
It's a fragile fist across the chin
And we're laughing at all the trouble this has got you in
But you should have known I wasn't really acting like a dick
If you know me, you'd know I'd be the first to admit it
So pound for pound, you're wearing out the ground
But tattooed assholes starting fights
Don't ever know when to end their nights
Pound for pound, we're breaking in new ground
Sober sound...
I'm breathing in the best and worst of everyone around
Truly, this was about you all along...