The Signs

I lost my piece of mind
Getting caught up in the silence
Turn life worries into hind, all the trouble's in my sight
They said maybe tomorrow you're gonna die
You're reading from the lines
In the palm of my hand or
Watching all the sand falling
From these hourglasses, just waiting for a casket
All ready, Grim Reaper, come get me, feeling so heavy
Thinking about whatever the devil is gonna send me
Devil is gonna send me, mmm

I'm tryna savor my luck
I'm out of four-leaf clovers
I'm superstitious enough
To think that my day is over
Oh, as tempting as it seems
To let myself believe
All the signs, I need them
What am I gonna do?
What am I gonna do?

I'm questioning the way it works
What did I do to deserve
This change of rhythm so bitter, I'm getting butt-hurt by
Almost everything it's unsettling
Focus on better things, start, stop
Hiding in your euphemisms, believing your superstition
Following your intuition ain't always so good for you
I know if you've been bad, that bad will come to you
That doesn't mean that all the black cat bullshit is actually true, nah
Don't need my fortune told to tell me I've got unrequited love
I got issues with my trust
Got a conscience, that's enough for me
That is enough for me, mmm

Savor my luck
I'm out of four-leaf clovers
I'm superstitious enough
To think that my day is over
Mmm, tempting as it seems
To let myself believe
All the signs, I need them
What am I gonna do, mmm?
Mmm

What am I gonna, gonna? Mmm
What am I gonna do?
What am I gonna do (do)? Oh

I'm tryna savor my luck
I'm out of four-leaf clovers
I'm superstitious enough
To think that my day is over
Mmm, tempting as it seems
To let myself believe
All the signs, I need them
What am I gonna do?
What am I gonna do?

What am I gonna do? Mmm
Mmm
What am I gonna do?