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 tap and teeth.
I'll breathe out to the tune of turning in right now.

So if it's not too late for introductions' sake,
I would draw my most modest savings and make the night fun.
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:
a churning pulse through everyone
Chase you down the block, we just wanted to talk.
But you're bricked-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.

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, we'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.