Multiple Choice

The smell of cheap perfume hanging on her left
In the pub lights
Has been replaced at a smell of anorexia

Well, I don't know if it's worth it
But it smells a lot better

The sound of shitty conversation
That seems endless
Endless and pointless
Has been replaced by understanding parley

Well, I don't know if it's worth it
But it feels, feels like home

I look around
This is all that I want
I burn it all

Everything's alright
We're doing fine
We just took a little time
To broaden our view
We're coming through
All this rush created by me and you

This road to self-destruction
I've been hitchhiking around it
You came to me and drove the car
All the way back
To where I came from
If there's wisdom, it's where I'm going
We're going home
We're coming home

I feel like shit
Got it all in my lap
Got it all

Everything's alright
We're doing fine
We just took a little time
To broaden our view
We're coming through
All this rush created by me and you

Everything's alright
We're doing fine
We just took a little time
Somewhere down the road
We'll spend the night
Whatever comes around will be down