Beat coming on those hardwood floors
Lying down behind the bedroom door
I’m lying on the phone in the hallway
I’m ground like an a-hole that can’t have his way
This is the last decision that I’ll make for you
Sawtooth
Lines flicker out on the highway
I’ve been up and down and backwards and sideways
Think I’m finally getting sick from the spins
Don’t know where it started but I know just where
It’s going to end
This is the last decision that I’m making for you
Sawtooth
I know that we’re both getting tired of this s-t
Well I’m going to make it easy on you
I’m going to be the first one to quit
This is the last decision that I’m making for you
Sawtooth
Sawtooth
Sawtooth