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