Those legs were a road less traveled,
Parting in ways only we could understand.
Okay...
Am I just waiting for my world to come crashing down,
down all around me?
Knee deep in misery and my own sh**,
I eat my way out to try and make it OK.
Then I say to myself,
"Which way is the right direction,
if all these years,
I've been headed in the wrong direction?"
I can only befoul myself so many times...
I am so fed up,
my hands are shaking,
I'm so fed up.
Those neon lights,
they saw your eyes.
I said, "Let's go",
you said, "I don't know."
And the road keeps swerving,
but I'll keep on moving.
What's wrong with me?
I can see the road,
it's burning red.
What's wrong with me?
I don't even know what's going on.