Percentage Points - Dick Diver

Baby your mood might slip a couple of percentage points

Being miserable only keeps you a certain kind of sharp

There’s sick on your lapel, daddy-o

That’s confidence

Indecision, destination

Conversations floating around, floating around

Did you know when things were good?

To leave like sunscreen leaves it on

And you wake up, in the wet of the night

Your dreams run with rivers of anything but that

And now you’re all backlit

Stood in front of the sun

You glow at your edge

Your negative image

Perfect bruise

But in another orange street

But in a parallel afternoon

Somewhere anywhere you don’t care

You don’t care you don’t care you don’t care

You don’t wanna know you don’t care

You don’t wanna know you don’t care

You don’t wanna know you don’t care

Baby your mood might slip a couple of percentage points

Being miserable only keeps you a certain kind of sharp

It seems right, it seems right, it’s still there, oh yeah