The Signs

I lost my piece of mind, getting caught up in the silence Turn life worries in to hind, all the trouble's in my sight They said maybe tomorrow you're gonna die You're readin' from the lines In the palm of my hand, or Watchin' all the sand fallin' From these hourglasses Just waitin' for a casket All ready, Grim Reaper, come get me, feelin' so heavy Thinkin' about whatever the devil is gonna send me Devil is gonna send me, hmm 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 questionin' the way it works What did I do to deserve This change of rhythm so bitter I'm getting butt-hurt by Almost of everything, it's unsettling Focus on better things, start, stop Hidin' in your euphemisms, believin' your superstition Followin' 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 bad cat bullish- is actually true And I 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, hmm 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? What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do? 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? What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do?