Decisions, Decisions, Decisions

I've been dreaming of sailing away
I'll build a boat out of paper-mâché
No belongings of any concern
I will be gone long before you return

How can you try to hold on to?
Names unequipped with a face
Look closely behind the ones in your mind
And safely, beside the one that your heart believes

You're breathing life into brown paper bags
You set one down, so I took a drag
I can feel you in my lungs
Think my heart might jump the gun

Who would you like to hold on to?
And who would you like to erase?
Cause I can't decide, my heart and my mind
They don't think straight; they don't think straight

We've been very obsessed with the time
Picking the scabs that have grown from our minds
The world is a wonderful place
I wish I were there. I just can't get excited about space

We've been so damn obsessed with the time
Picking the scabs that have grown from our minds
The world is a wonderful place
I wish I were there. I just can't get excited about space
Can't get excited about space

Now who would you like to hold on to?
And who would you like to erase?



Credits
Writer(s): Adam Tanbouz, Schuylar Croom
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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