Lletres: Gin Blossoms. Congratulations I'm Sorry. Perfectly Still.

It's our call it sways, it stalls
I need a little extra time alone
Well maybe take the long way home
Just enough to get it wrong

Nothing like a bad decision
Says who you are

Fools rush in for the grist in my
For the grist in my mill can't you see?
When you're perfectly
When you're perfectly still

One big rout we're all sold out
If nothing's off limits, we'll pay
Price tags on every other day
We're bankrupt here for now

But they can't take my anger
It can't be touched

Fools rush in for the grist in my
For the grist in my mill can't you see?
When you're perfectly
When you're perfectly still

Outdated maps, missed pull-out ramps
I won't contribute to our own demise
Pass up the consolation prize
It starts from here from now

Nothing like a bad decision
Says who you are

Fools rush in