Indecisive Knuckle Puck

One can only apologize so many times before the words become useless, stale and intertwined
So should I write you this letter? Is it better left unpenned?
Just decide. I’ve been waiting all night
And what we can’t see through the haze will soon be clear the day that you’re mine
So decide, we’ve been waiting all night

So here we are again
I’m weighing out my words again
What’s the weight of my word when I talk too fucking much?
And when I open my mouth blood pours out
I feel lost in my head again when she says
“Decide. I’ve been waiting all night
And what we can’t see through the haze will soon be clear the day that you’re mine."

So decide. She’s been waiting all night