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 shit, 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.