I'll decide what's wrong or right
This one's stuck on a motor way, side by side with a fallacy
I'll decide what's yours or mine
This one's not gonna make it home, without a stop by the corner store
To get well, go on and get well, but make it quick
Cause I'm not waiting for you to understand
That what we're waiting for is what you'd call an end
I'll decide when I'm in flight
Tumbling to the outer space, holding on by a substrate
Might as well let go for now just so we can erase the sounds
That we created on common ground
(Get well) (You to understand)