Humboldt

A split-second decision making process

I'm taking breaks from back-breaking posture

I'm heading down a spiral staircase, turned around

To bated breath I can see in front of me

I'll push tempo through tempered teeth

I'll breathe out to the tune of turning in right now

So if it's not too late for introductions' sake

I'll withdraw my most modest savings and make the night move on

But if we're taking bets

This is probably as good as this night gets

For the sake of this song

This was about you all along

It's a drunken sucker-push

It's a fragile fist across the chin

And I'm laughing at all the trouble this will get you in

A split-second decision making process

You'll run inside and tell our friends what you've just done

A churning pulse through everyone

Chase you down the block, we just wanted to talk

But you're gripped up and clocked across the face

Photo frozen and re-arranged that way

It's a drunken sucker-push

It's a fragile fist across the chin

And we're laughing at all the trouble this has got you in

But you should have known I wasn't really acting like a dick

If you know me, you'd know I'd be the first to admit it

So pound for pound, you're wearing out the ground

But tattooed assholes starting fights

Don't ever know when to end their nights

Pound for pound, we're breaking in new ground

Sober sound...

I'm breathing in the best and worst of everyone around

Truly, this was about you all along...