Feels like they're pouring concrete where I stand
Gotta move on soon before it locks me in
Leave a print of my left hand

But I don't know what I'm doin'
I'll be kicking back, letting the universe move shit

And now she's looking at me, like
"Dude, what the fuck is your plan?"
Indecision's turned me to granite
Medusa would understand it

I would live in her sculpture garden forever
If it means that I never have to make a decision
About my future again