Poor choices.
Got me a good few of them poor choices.
Got me poor choices.
What it is,
that’s what it is,
gotta,
got
ta be.
Poor choices.
My fault, my fault, my fault, love,
me and these bad choices,
gotta, gotta be…
that’s why, that’s why you ain’t gonna be,
nothin’ more than dead-long stains on the floor,
guilt stretchin’ clockwise-spirals in little streamers behind.
‘cause I was off makin’ poor choices.
And you ain’t never gettin’ a chance because.
Poor choices.
Choices.
God-damn choices.
