Wearing White

Sorting through awful plans
We‘re making, our permanent locations
Pending on advice and time and savings
Our earnings for this week
Counting down to bleeding through my sleeves
Sitting, now everyone is waiting
For black-barred risks we‘re taking
And compensated drinking
From the after-hours party down the street
I‘m bleeding through my sleeves
If I stood Sin City on its side
Every bad decision could hopefully be mine
I‘ve picked one hell of a night to start wearing white