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 sh*t

And now she's looking at me, like
"Dude, what the f**k 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