Hot Water On Wool (Reprise) - 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

And 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

And 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