Indecision from Space Jungle by Sinooka

Indecision
Ah, it’s wasting me away
I hope I kick it back someday
And tune into some wisdom

All my revisions
Well, what in the world will they employ?
I still feel like a little boy
Trying to make good decisions

But what I wouldn’t try
For you and I

Oh, baby

There I go drifting away, natural born prey
For fantasies stretched out so thin you could
Snap them with a razor blade, but swaddled and bathed
What would become of them? I don’t know
Trying to swim at some pace, impressive yet vague
If I drown, I hope I’ll understand just what’s at stake
Come my final days

Indecision
Won’t it leave me on my own
Oh, I stray and I roam
Trusting my intuition

Can’t help but drifting away, I’m such a slave
To fantasies played out so much you could
Quote them or find them on stage
But I wouldn’t pay to see how some actor delivers lines
Worn into cracks on my face, and ain’t it a shame
Fill some desire, find one sitting there right in its place
As on goes the race

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