Sylvia

I can't pick a path
As I lay here
My figs all turn to black
Paralyzed
And growing old
My future tastes of mold

(Yeah)
This indecision's killing me
(Yeah)
I can't see who I need to be
(Yeah)
Indecision's killing me
Save me
From this rotting tree

I can't pick a path
As I lay here my figs all turn to black
Paralyzed
I've grown old
The future's getting cold

(Yeah)
This indecision's killing me
(Yeah)
I can't see who I need to be
(Yeah)
Indecision's killing me
Take me
Far from this fucking tree

Save me
Save me
(I can't pick a path)
(Paralyzed)
Save me
(I can't pick a path)
(Paralyzed)
Save me
(I can't pick a path)
(Paralyzed)



Credits
Writer(s): Jack Pineau
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