How Many Days Testo

Chorus:
One more time at the fork in the road.
Two more times and you think I would know.
Every last time the decision is mine.
I decide how tightly I wind.

V2:
Paradise on a plate and even after I ate ...
I'm still as hungry as before.
Beauty in a bottle and if only I were taller and thinner ... I know I'd have more.
In the morning it's again whatever, and at night it's enough.
All worn out, worn down, turned around ...
and I'd have seen it if I'd only looked up (to Chorus)

Bridge:
But would I know peace of mind if it bit me in the ass?
Would I know peace of mind if it pulled up in a cadillac?
Some folds are just happier being blue.
If peace of mind walked in would I know what the hell to do?

V3:
How many days would it take me ...
to clean every house in the world but mine?
If I had the time would I find peace of mind ...
under a cushion or a run, behind a blind?
Here I stand with my dick in my hands ...
thinking there must be something more.
All worn out, worn down, turned around ...
and it was right there laying on the floor.