The Signs

I lost my piece of mind getting caught up in the silence
Turn life worries in to hind, all the trouble’s in my sight
They said maybe tomorrow you’re gonna die
You’re readin' from the lines
In the palm of my hand, or
Watchin' all the sand fallin'
From these hourglasses
Just waitin' for a casket
All ready, Grim Reaper, come get me, feelin' so heavy
Thinkin' about whatever the devil is gonna send me
Devil is gonna send me, hmm
I’m tryna savor my luck
I’m out of four-leaf clovers
I’m superstitious enough to think that my day is over
Oh, as tempting as it seems
To let myself believe
All the signs, I need them
What am I gonna do?
What am I gonna do?
I’m questionin' the way it works
What did I do to deserve
This change of rhythm so bitter I’m getting butt-hurt by
Almost everything, it’s unsettling
Focus on better things, start, stop
Hidin' in your euphimisms, believin' your superstition
Followin' your intuition ain’t always so good for you
I know if you’ve been bad that bad will come to you
That doesn’t mean that all the bad cat bullsh- is actually true
I don’t need my fortune told to tell me I’ve got unrequited love
I got issues with my trust, got a conscience, that’s enough for me
That is enough for me, hm
Savor my luck
I’m out of four-leaf clovers
I’m superstitious enough to think that my day is over
Oh, as tempting as it seems
To let myself believe
All the signs, I need them
What am I gonna do?
What am I gonna do?
What am I gonna do?
What am I gonna do?