Dick Diver Percentage Points
Baby your mood might slip a couple of percentage points
Being miserable only keeps you a certain kind of sharp
There's sick on your lapel, daddy-o
That's confidence
Indecision, destination
Conversations floating around, floating around
Did you know when things were good?
To leave like sunscreen leaves it on
And you wake up, in the wet of the night
Your dreams run with rivers of anything but that
And now you're all backlit
Stood in front of the sun
You glow at your edge
Your negative image
Perfect bruise
But in another orange street
But in a parallel afternoon
Somewhere anywhere you don't care
You don't care you don't care you don't care
You don't wanna know you don't care
You don't wanna know you don't care
You don't wanna know you don't care
Baby your mood might slip a couple of percentage points
Being miserable only keeps you a certain kind of sharp
It seems right, it seems right, it's still there, oh yeah